The Wistful Voyage

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The air in the Hall of Records smelled of wet wool, old dust, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that seemed to seep from the very walls of the Ministry. You stood before the massive oak desk, your hands folded tightly in front of you, the fabric of your cuffs worn thin and fraying at the edges, a stark contrast to the polished mahogany surface that stretched out before you like a dark,...

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