The Wistful Voyage

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The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the world beyond the high, narrow windows of the keep. I stood in the center of the great hall, the stone floor cold and damp beneath my boots, and watched the water seep through the cracks in the ancient masonry, pooling in the corners like a slow, creeping tide. It was the autumn of the year we lost the eastern...

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