The Distant Journey

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The wax was cold in Sir Aldric’s hands, a dull red disc that smelled of tallow and old regret. He held it up to the light of the court, watching the seal’s edge chip slightly under his thumb, a small flaw in an otherwise perfect impression. The Great Hall of the King’s palace smelled of wet stone and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that had soaked into the floorboards over the last twenty...

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