The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-21 12:15:41 -

The rain had turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a mirror of grey stone and dark water, reflecting the towering spires of the Citadel above like inverted trees in a frozen forest. I walked with my hands clasped behind my back, the leather of my gauntlets creaking softly with every step, a sound that seemed too loud in the damp silence of the street. My name was Thomas Bradshaw, and I...

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