The Wistful Voyage

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The leather is cold against your palms, smelling of dust and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. It is a small book, bound in skin that has turned the color of dried tobacco, and you found it wedged behind the loose board in the attic, where the light from the single window cuts a sharp, dusty blade across the floor. Inside, pinned to the inner cover by a rusted staple, is a silver brooch....

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