The Wistful Voyage

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The rain had stopped, but the mist hung low over the valley floor, thick and grey as wool, erasing the line where the earth met the sky. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my boots caked in mud, looking down into the gorge where the old bridge used to be. It was a place of terrible beauty, a jagged wound in the landscape that I had sworn to protect, yet which I was now watching collapse into...

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