The Wistful Voyage

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The oak held its breath. It stood in the center of the courtyard. Roots gripped the cold stone. Leaves rustled. Not a sound of wind. A vibration in the air. Margaret watched it. She stood by the window. Silk sleeve. White glove. Her hand trembled. Below, the court was silent. They waited for the King. They waited for her. The King was not there. He was in the chapel. He prayed for her soul....

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