The Distant Journey

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The soot on Thomas Vane’s hands was not merely dirt but a permanent, dark inheritance, a testament to the thirty years he had spent hunched over the anvil in the damp, fog-choked village of Oakhaven, where the air itself seemed to taste of rust and old rain. He sat alone in the forge, the only light coming from the dying embers of the fire, his fingers wrapped tightly around a rusted iron key...

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