The Wistful Voyage

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The wine was red as a bruise, thick and trembling in the crystal goblets that lined the long, mahogany table where the air hung heavy with the scent of beeswax, old paper, and the distinct, metallic tang of something that did not belong to the natural world, for I sat there, a mere clerk of the archives, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, crushing weight of the truth...

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