The Wistful Voyage

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The wind did not howl. It whispered. It was a thin, reedy sound that peeled at the edges of the world, stripping the bark from the ancient oaks and the color from the sky. Elara walked. Her boots crunched against the frost-hardened earth. The path was narrow. It wound through the deep, silent woods of the north. She carried nothing. No bag. No coin. Only the weight of her own skin. She was a...

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