The Wistful Voyage

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The air in the library did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of your throat like a swallowed stone. You sat in the center of the circular room, the floor a mosaic of cracked obsidian and shattered glass that reflected your face back to you, fractured into a dozen distinct, jagged shards. You were a scholar of the old ways, a keeper of the...

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