The Wistful Voyage
The iron-bound chest sat in the corner of the carriage, a squat, unyielding block of dark oak and tarnished metal that seemed to absorb the dim light of the medieval forest rather than reflect it, a vessel that had traveled with Aldous Vane for three years and would continue to travel long after the breath left his lungs, for it was not merely a container of evidence but the very architecture...
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