The Wistful Voyage

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, monotonous rhythm against the iron shutters of the watchtower, a sound that had long since ceased to be weather and had become a kind of living pressure inside the head. Elias Thorne stood by the narrow window, his back to the room, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen battle in a decade. The blade was dull,...

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