The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 06:17:21 -

The ink was black. It was not just dark; it was a void. It swallowed the light. It swallowed the air. Miles sat in the corner of the stone cell. The walls were damp. They wept cold water. The floor was stone. It hurt his knees. He did not care. He held the sheet of parchment in his hands. The paper was rough. It smelled of old oak and fear. He was a man of few words. He was a man of sharp eyes....

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