The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-17 21:28:24 -

The castle stood on the hill. It was old. Stone. Cold. I climbed the steps. My legs ached. I am a clerk. I keep the ledgers. I count the gold. I do not fight. I do not pray. I serve the King. My father was a King. He is dead. The earth swallowed him. Now I am nothing. I am a shadow in the hall. The air smelled of damp wool and dust. I walked to the throne room. The chair was empty. It was...

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