The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-18 20:19:38 -

The rain slicked the cobblestones until they shimmered like black glass. You stood at the window of the high tower, watching the carriage pull away. It was your mother’s carriage. It was the last of it. You did not wave. You could not move your hand. The door clicked shut behind you. The lock engaged with a sound like a bone breaking. The room was cold. It was always cold here, in the upper...

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