The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-22 04:13:05 -

The ink in my logbook is mixed with ash, a habit I have not corrected in three weeks. It is the fourteenth of November, 1347, and the city of Oakhaven sits under a sky the color of bruised iron. I am Captain Elias Thorne, commander of the garrison, and I have not slept in six days. The Gray Mist has been thick this week, curling through the streets like a living thing, revealing the faces of...

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