The Wistful Voyage

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The iron of the magistrate’s crossbow bites into the shoulder of your cloak as you turn, the cold steel pressing a wet, metallic kiss against the wool, and you do not flinch, for you have long since learned that pain is merely a language spoken by the body when the soul has already ceased to argue, and the forest around you, thick with the ancient, rotting scent of pine and damp earth, seems to...

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