The Wistful Voyage

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The carriage rolled over gravel that sounded like grinding teeth. Elara sat with her spine rigid. She held the crystal to her chest. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing in the world that felt real. Outside the window, the mist clung to the hills like a shroud. The air smelled of wet wool and old iron. "Are you well, Elara?" The voice came from the corner. Julian sat opposite her,...

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