The Wistful Voyage

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The estate of Blackwood Hall did not sit upon the hill so much as it clung to it, a gray mass of stone and slate that seemed to absorb the light of the late afternoon. Inside the high-ceilinged library, the air was still, smelling of old paper, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of impending rain. Elias Thorne sat at the heavy oak desk, his hands resting flat on the surface, fingers spread...

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