The Wistful Voyage

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The banquet hall in the manor of Silas Vane was a cathedral of smoke and steam. It did not smell of food, but of the earth, of wet iron, and of the ozone that crackled before a storm breaks the sky. Margaret sat at the head of the long oak table, her hands folded in her lap. They were trembling. Not from cold. The room was hot, stifling, the air thick with the weight of a hundred silent stares....

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