The Wistful Voyage

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You wake before the dawn breaks, the silence of the stone cell pressing against your eardrums like a physical weight, cold and unyielding. The air tastes of damp earth and the faint, cloying sweetness of the dried herbs hanging from the rafters, a scent that has become so intrinsic to your lungs that you cannot remember the taste of clean, open wind. You sit up on the straw pallet, your joints...

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