The Wistful Voyage

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The winter wind off the ramparts of Hale Keep did not merely blow; it stripped. It tore the warmth from Sir Thomas Hale’s cloak and settled into the marrow of his bones, a cold that felt less like weather and more like a verdict. He stood alone on the battlements, watching the last of his men trudge down the muddy track toward the south, their breath pluming in the grey air like ghosts escaping...

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