The Wistful Voyage

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The ink is still wet on your skin. You press your thumb against the parchment, a rough, fibrous thing that smells of oak gall and iron. It is a mark. A seal. You are the Keeper of the Ledger at the Abbey of St. Jude, a place where the stones have learned to hold their breath for centuries. You are old. Your hands shake, but your mind is a still pool. You know what this mark means. It is not...

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