The Wistful Voyage

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The gate was heavy. Iron. Rusted at the joints. It groaned when Thomas pulled it. A low, metallic complaint. He pulled again. The hinges screamed. Dust puffed into the air. Dry. Ancient. Thomas did not care about the dust. He cared about the gate. It held. He stood in the courtyard. Stone. Cold. The stones were worn smooth by feet long gone. Or feet still coming. He did not know. The city...

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