The Wistful Voyage

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The heavy oak doors of the Grand Hall shudder under your palms as you push them open, the wood grain rough and familiar against your skin, a texture you have memorized over forty years of service. The air inside is thick, stale, tasting of old dust and the faint, metallic tang of fear that has settled into the walls of the Ministry. You walk with a limp now, a slow, dragging rhythm that speaks...

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