The Wistful Voyage

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the towering spires of the Academy. It was a sound that Elias Thorne could no longer bear, a persistent drumming against the leaded glass that reminded him of his own failing pulse. He stood before the window, his reflection a pale, haggard ghost superimposed on the...

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