The Wistful Voyage

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The hall smelled of wet wool and old candles. It was a smell that clung to the stone walls of Blackwood Manor, a scent that had permeated the very mortar for three centuries. The air was thick, heavy with the breath of forty guests who stood in clusters, murmuring in low, urgent tones. They held their wine glasses like talismans. They did not look at each other. They looked at the windows. They...

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