The Wistful Voyage

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The dream was a coat. It hung in the dark. Heavy wool. Black. Tattered at the hem. Silas woke. Sweat on his brow. The cellar was cold. Stone walls. Damp air. He touched the fabric. Still there. The Inquisitor’s cloak. Stolen three days prior. Silas was a Finder. Not a hunter. He tracked things. Objects with souls. This one burned. He pulled it on. It fit perfectly. Shoulders align. Sleeves...

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