The Wistful Voyage

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You stand in the center of the stone cell, the air thick with the smell of damp moss and old, rotting wood, and you listen to the silence that presses against your ears like deep water. It is not a true silence, for the castle of Blackwood is never truly quiet, but a hush held in check, a breath drawn in and held for too long, waiting for the inevitable exhale of doom. You are Thomas Bradshaw,...

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