The Distant Journey

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14th of November, 1342. The fog has not lifted since dawn, a thick, wet wool that clings to the stone walls of the priory and seeps into the marrow of my bones, but I do not care for the cold; I care only for the absence of Thomas. It has been three days since he walked into the mist, leaving behind on the oak table a hand mirror that had shattered into a dozen jagged pieces and a scrap of...

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