The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-17 21:01:38 -

The rain hit the cobblestones like a drumroll. Silas stood at the gate. He held the lantern. The glass was cracked. He did not fix it. "Commander," said young Julian. His voice was thin. Wet. "The water is high." Silas nodded. He looked up. The sky was black. The clouds moved slow. They did not care. "The order stands," Silas said. "The order is madness," Julian whispered. "We cannot hold the...

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