The Wistful Voyage

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The ink on the contract smelled of iron and old blood, a scent that seemed to seep into the grain of the mahogany desk where Elias Thorne sat, his hands trembling not from age, but from the terrifying clarity of the moment. He was a man of words, a scribe of the highest order in the Guild of Scribes, a place where language was not merely communicated but crafted, weighed, and bound into leather...

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