The Wistful Voyage

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The rain fell in sheets of gray iron against the leaded glass. It did not wash the street clean. It only made the mud slicker. Inside the Hall of Inquisitions, the air smelled of wet wool and old fear. Alderman Silas Thorne stood at the center of the room. He was a tall man, thin as a reed, with eyes that held no warmth. He was not a man who shouted. He did not need to. His silence was a...

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