The Distant Journey

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The ink was bleeding again, a brown smear across the page that looked less like a letter and more like a bruise. You stared at the blot, your right hand hovering over the paper, trembling with that familiar, rhythmic palsy that had begun to claim your motor functions two years ago. The word *thorn* was half-written, the *o* swollen into a dark pool. You wiped your finger on your trouser leg, a...

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