The Wistful Voyage

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The smell of burnt sugar and iron hung in the air of the processing room, a thick, cloying veil that tasted like the end of the world. I stood before the great copper vats, my hands trembling not from the heat of the steam but from the terrible weight of the ledger in my pocket. For seven years, I had been a sinner in the eyes of the Bureau of Alchemical Regulation, a man who had sold his soul...

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