The Wistful Voyage

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Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The dream had been of a river. Black water. Cold. He lay still in the straw. The cell was damp. The air smelled of mildew and old sweat. He was a knight. Or he had been. Now he was just a man in chains. The stone walls pressed in. He looked at his hands. They were red. Not with blood. With dye. Crimson. The color of the order he served. The Order...

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