The Distant Journey

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The parchment lay flat on the oak table, its surface dry and brittle as autumn leaves. Elara pressed her thumb against the corner to hold it down, the weight of the paper negligible, yet it felt heavier than the stone wall behind her. She picked up the quill. The ink in the well was black, thick, and motionless. She dipped the nib. The liquid refused to flow. It clung to the feather like oil,...

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