The Wistful Voyage

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The ledger of the Inquisitor’s office was bound in leather so dark it seemed to absorb the candlelight, a heavy volume that smelled of tallow and old dust. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the desk, his fingers resting on the spine, feeling the grain of the hide beneath his skin. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the distinction had blurred in the damp, fog-choked air of the monastery, where the...

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