The Wistful Voyage

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The air in the High Hall tasted of iron and old honey. Elara stood before the Great Mirror, a slab of polished obsidian that stretched from floor to ceiling, reflecting a world that did not exist. She was an exile. Not in body, but in spirit. She had walked out of the kingdom of Varen with nothing but the clothes on her back and a debt to the Crown that could not be paid in coin. It was a debt...

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