The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-19 12:46:08 -

The brass astrolabe had begun to rust in the hollow of Thomas Bradshaw’s palm, a slow, orange decay that mirrored the erosion of his own soul. He held it not as a tool of navigation, but as a penance, the cold metal biting into the calluses of a hand that had held a sword for thirty years. The air in the High Ward of the Citadel was thick with the scent of damp stone and old iron, a miasma that...

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