The Distant Journey

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Act I My hands were already numb when I reached the gate, the wool of the coat I wore humming against my skin like a live wire caught in the static of the wind. I had walked for three days from the estate, the mud of the border checkpoint sucking at my boots with a sound like wet breath, the mud season in St. Petersburg turning the roads into a slurry that froze solid by nightfall and thawed...

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