The Wistful Voyage

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The feast in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s was a cacophony of silver and silk, a blinding storm of candlelight that erased the shadows where the hunger lived. I stood at the edge of the dais, a small figure in a coat too large for my shoulders, watching the nobles of the city gorge themselves on roasted swan and spiced wine. To the eyes of the assembled lords, I was merely Thomas, the mute...

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