The Wistful Voyage

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The rain fell not as water but as a cold, gray judgment, drumming against the high, arched windows of the Great Hall of Alderford. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end, a ceaseless static that filled the air with a heavy, metallic taste. In the center of the polished marble floor, which reflected the storm outside like a dark, distorted mirror, stood Silas Thorne. He was a man carved...

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