The Wistful Voyage

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The iron spindle stood in the corner of the high chamber. It was old. The wood was black with age. Dust lay thick upon its base. Marguerite sat before it. Her hands were still. The fire in the hearth crackled low. It was a cold night. The wind pressed against the stone walls. She had come to the court of King Aldric. It was a land of stone and shadow. The people spoke of fate. They spoke of the...

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