The Wistful Voyage

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The seal broke at dawn. I watched it happen. The wax, cold and brittle, cracked with a sound like a dry bone snapping. It was a simple thing. A black drop. A letter from the King’s Chancery. I was the Keeper of the Gate. My duty was to read. To know. To keep the silence that follows knowledge. My name is Thomas. I had served for twenty years. I had watched men die for less than a word. I had...

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