The Wistful Voyage

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The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a gray curtain that smells of wet wool and old stone. You are standing at the edge of the cliff, your boots sinking into the mud that has turned to a slick, dark paste. The wind bites at your exposed cheeks, cold and sharp, but you do not shiver. You are a soldier. Shivering is for the unprepared, for those who have not yet learned to make...

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