The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-22 17:26:19 -

The ink had been counting itself for three days, a slow, wet tally of lines that grew without my hand moving. I had filled forty-two folios since the autumn equinox, and the parchment was beginning to feel less like a surface and more like a skin, tight and warm under the quill. My brother Thomas lay in the infirmary below, his chest heaving against the straw, the sound of his coughing a dry...

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