The Wistful Voyage
The heavy oak door of the library groans as you push it open, the sound a low, resonant complaint that vibrates through the soles of your boots and up into your bones. The air inside is thick, stagnant with the scent of decaying paper and the sharp, metallic tang of old iron. You are Margaret Holloway, a scholar of modest means and unyielding integrity, and you have come here to retrieve the...
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