The Wistful Voyage

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You hold the bird in your hands, and its weight is a strange, leaden thing that seems to sink into the marrow of your bones, a heaviness that has nothing to do with gravity and everything to do with the accumulated dust of your years in this high, cold keep. The feathers are no longer the vibrant, iridescent blue that you remember from the time you first caught it in the gardens of the lower...

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