The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-18 04:46:31 -

I sit in the high tower. The stone is cold. It bites through my dress. I do not move. My hands are still. They are folded in my lap. I look at the door. It is closed. It has always been closed. The wind screams outside. It sounds like a warning. I know the sound. I have heard it for a year. One year in this room. One year of silence. The door opens. Light spills in. It is bright. It is...

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