The Wistful Voyage

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The hall smelled of roasted pork and stale incense. It was a heavy, cloying scent that settled in the throat. Julian stood at the edge of the feast. He held the glass in his hand. The crystal was thin. It was cold. It caught the light of the tallow candles. He did not look up. He looked at the table. The table was long. It stretched into the dark. The abbots sat at the head. They were fat men....

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