The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-22 16:15:58 -

The quill tip froze against the vellum, a black bead of ink swelling and refusing to break. I held my breath, watching the droplet tremble in the cold air of the scriptorium, while the scent of the white lilies in the courtyard cut through the stale smell of parchment and tallow. It was a sharp, metallic tang, like blood on a copper coin, and it made my throat tight. I am Elara, thirty-two, and...

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