The Wistful Voyage

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended veil of grey that soaked the stone walls of the Keep of Alderbury. I stood at the window, my hand resting on the cold iron of the parapet, watching the courtyard below where the mud had turned to a thick, sucking slurry. The day was dying, or perhaps it had never truly begun. My uniform, the dark wool of the Royal Garrison, clung...

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