The Wistful Voyage

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The fire started in the east wing. It was a dry wind. The dry oak of the palace had been waiting. One spark. Then the roar. I stood on the balcony. I watched the smoke rise. It twisted against the stars. The night was black. The fire was orange. My name is Elias. I was a clerk. I kept the ledgers. I counted the gold. I counted the grain. I counted the days. My sister, Elara, was inside. She was...

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