The Wistful Voyage

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The bellows coughed, spitting a shower of orange sparks onto the frost-hardened earth, and Elara did not flinch. She stood at the edge of the charcoal pit, her back to the fire, her hands buried deep in the soot that had become the texture of her life. The wind howled through the bare branches of the oak forest, a sound like the moaning of a thousand unseen spirits, and in that cacophony, she...

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