The Wistful Voyage

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The seal was broken. Eleanor held the wax to the fire. It melted slowly, turning from a deep, arterial red to a translucent amber. The scent of pine resin and old smoke filled the small study. She did not look at the letter. She knew what it said. She had known for three weeks. The silence in the house had been speaking it louder than any ink could. "Is it done, my lady?" Thomas stood in the...

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