The Wistful Voyage

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The rain has been falling on the cobblestones of the old town for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turns the gutters into rushing streams of mud and rust, and you stand in the doorway of the apothecary, holding a clay bowl that smells of wet earth and crushed sage, your fingers trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the choice you are about to make. You...

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