The Wistful Voyage

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The rain fell like iron filings, drawing the iron from the earth into the sky. I sat alone in the tower of the keep, the stone cold against my back. The candle had burned low, its shadow long and thin, stretching across the floor like a finger pointing toward the door. I was a knight of the Order, sworn to silence and steel. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. But my heart beat...

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