The Wistful Voyage

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The mist hung low over the valley of Aethelgard. It was thick. It was wet. It smelled of rotting peat and old stone. Elias walked. He had been walking for three days. Or perhaps three months. Time moved strangely here. It did not tick. It pooled. It stagnated. He carried the lantern. It was a heavy thing. Iron frame. Glass panes. Inside, a flame that did not burn. It did not consume oil. It did...

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