The Wistful Voyage

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The great hall of the Inquisition smelled of damp stone, dried sage, and the metallic tang of old blood. We were gathered for the Feast of Saint Aldhelm, a rare moment of levity in the grim corridors of the Order, where we, the Keepers of the Veil, were bound to our duties by iron and oath. I sat at the lower table, my fingers tracing the rim of my pewter cup, watching the candlelight flicker...

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