The Distant Journey

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The dream was always the same. A blackbird, perched on a splintered branch, shattered into pieces that fell like wet ash. Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the mist of Oakhaven already pressing against the windowpanes of his cottage. He was forty-five, a man whose hands were stained green from decades of grinding roots and barks, but his eyes held the hollow look of a man who had...

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