The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-18 07:50:35 -

The mud on my hands had dried into a crust, a gray armor that cracked as I flexed my fingers. I stood in the center of the drawing room, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old varnish, while the house settled around me with the groan of a dying beast. Outside, the rain lashed against the leaded windows of the ancestral home, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to echo the thudding of my...

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