The Wistful Voyage

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The hall smelled of roasted goose and stale sweat, a thick, cloying mixture that clung to the wool of your doublet. You stood by the hearth, your hands folded in front of you, watching the firelight dance over the faces of the Lords. They were laughing. The sound was a physical weight, heavy and sharp, bouncing off the stone walls and settling in your chest like a stone in a well. You were the...

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