The Wistful Voyage

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The iron gate of the Old Stone Prison was rusted into a solid block, a fusion of metal and decay that defied the lever. You stood before it, your hands gloved in leather that had cracked from the cold, feeling the weight of the mechanism in your shoulders. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday. The days had begun to blur into a single, gray continuum, marked only by the turning of the gears...

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