The Wistful Voyage

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The air in the Hall of Silences did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect of a ruin that had been abandoned for three centuries, but rather of ozone, burnt sugar, and the metallic tang of old blood, a sensory cocktail that struck the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s throat with the force of a physical blow, a sensation that was both nauseating and intoxicating, a violation of the natural...

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