The Wistful Voyage

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey and weeping curtain that blurred the line between the window and the world beyond, turning the high stone walls of the keep into a single, suffocating breath. Inside the cell, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old iron, a scent that had long since settled into the fibers of Elara’s hair and the creases of her hands. She sat on the...

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