The Wistful Voyage
The carriage jolted against the cobblestones, a violent shudder that traveled up through the iron undercarriage and into the marrow of Mara’s bones. Outside, the fog rolled in thick and grey, erasing the spires of the old city until the world was nothing but the narrow, claustrophobic box of the seat and the breathing of the stranger beside her. It was a journey into the interior, both of the...
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