The Wistful Voyage

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The heavy oak door groaned open, a sound like a bone cracking, admitting the thin, cold air of the early morning into the vast, echoing chamber where Aldous sat, his hands resting on the armrests of a chair that had outlived three generations of his family. He was not a king, nor a lord, but a clerk of the royal household, a man whose life was measured in the scratching of quills and the heavy,...

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