The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-16 14:33:03 -

The bell rang. It was a low, mournful sound that seemed to come from inside the stone itself, vibrating through the soles of my boots. I stood at the window of the archive, watching the rain slick the cobblestones of Millhaven. The water ran in dark rivers toward the river, carrying the smell of wet ash and old iron. Inside, the air was still and dry, thick with the dust of centuries. I am...

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