The Wistful Voyage

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The ink on the name *Aldous Vane* would not dry. Elara watched the black liquid bead up, refusing to settle into the parchment fibers, a wet, dark pool that seemed to pulse with a faint, rhythmic heat. It was the third time that day the ledger had done this, and the third time the High Chancellor had smiled that thin, bloodless smile and asked her to try again. The air in the scribe’s room was...

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