The Wistful Voyage

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The feast in the village square was a grotesque parody of joy, the air thick with the smell of roasted pork and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the skin of every man and woman who dared to smile. Elara stood at the edge of the crowd, her hands stained black up to the wrists from the sap of the black locust tree that stood in the center of the green, a tree that the villagers claimed...

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