The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-19 09:58:02 -

The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Ashworth estate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood. Elias stood before the full-length mirror, his hands trembling as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. He was a man carved from stone and silence, his face a map of lines that deepened with...

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