The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 08:58:19 -

The feast was a riot of wax and wine. Candles guttered in brass sconces, dripping hot tears onto the oak table. The air was thick with the smell of roasted boar, spilled ale, and the heavy, cloying perfume of rosewater. Everyone laughed. The laughter was sharp, brittle, and loud. It sounded like glass breaking. Elias sat at the head of the table. He was the Inquisitor. He wore black velvet,...

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