The Wistful Voyage

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The fire did not roar. It hissed, a thin, reedy sound that cut through the thick air of the scriptorium, smelling of tallow and old vellum. You sat at the high table, your fingers stained with oak gall ink, your eyes burning from the strain of copying the Gospels for the third time. You were Thomas, the scribe, a man of modest rank in the household of Lord Aldric, a figure who had once held the...

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