The Wistful Voyage

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and coal smoke. A thick, cloying sweetness hung in the air, masking the sharper scent of industrial grease that clung to the floorboards. Elias Vane sat at the far end of the long table. His posture was rigid. The silverware lay still in his lap. He did not touch it. Around him, the men of the Ironworks Directorate spoke in low, urgent tones. Their...

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