The Wistful Voyage

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The fog lay heavy on the valley, a thick white shroud that erased the horizon. Thomas stood alone at the edge of the precipice. The air tasted of iron and old rain. He was not a man given to poetry, nor to grand gestures. He was a laborer of the mind, a scribe in the service of the High Court of Order. His hands were stained with ink, but his soul was stained with guilt. He had written the...

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