The Wistful Voyage

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The rain against the stone windows of the Keep did not sound like water. It sounded like a thousand small, persistent fingers tapping against the glass, trying to be let in, trying to remind you that the world outside was wet and cold and indifferent to the warmth of the hearth. You stood by the window, your hand resting on the cold iron of the frame, watching the grey sky bleed into the darker...

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