The Wistful Voyage

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The bell did not ring. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal filled the small, stone-walled room. Elara flinched. The air tasted of copper and old dust. She was not alone. Across the rough-hewn table sat Thomas. He was a man of hands. Thick knuckles. Calloused palms. A jeweler. But today, he was a prisoner. The guards stood by the door. They wore black leather. Their eyes were empty. The...

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