The Wistful Voyage

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The ink was wet. It glistened on the parchment like a bruise. Margaret stood in the center of the room. The air was cold. It bit her nose. It stung her eyes. She held the seal. It was heavy. It was cold. It was a disc of black glass. It had no shine. It drank the light. "You are trembling," said Master Aldric. He sat behind the desk. The desk was oak. The oak was old. The wood was gray. He did...

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