The Wistful Voyage

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the market square into slick, black mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky. In the basement of the old apothecary, where the air tasted of damp earth and dried lavender, Elias Thorne sat before a shattered pane of glass. It was not a mirror, not exactly, but a window from the abandoned chapel on...

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