The Wistful Voyage

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, grey curtain that blurred the stone walls of the priory and turned the courtyard into a mirror of the weeping sky, and you stood in the center of it, your hands clasped behind your back, your knuckles white, feeling the cold seep through the thick wool of your uniform until it settled into the marrow of your bones like a second skeleton,...

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