The Distant Journey

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The ledger lay open on the damp stone table, the ink still wet from the entry I had just made, recording the price of the tallow candles we burned in the watchtower and the cost of the iron nails used to reinforce the cellar door. I signed my name, Thomas Bradshaw, Sergeant of the King’s Guard, my hand steady despite the tremor that had begun to shake my fingers an hour ago when the light from...

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