The Wistful Voyage

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The light in the Silent Wing was the color of old bruised plums, thick and stagnant, refusing to shift as the afternoon dragged toward its close. "Are you cataloging the folios or merely staring at them, Elias?" The voice belonged to Magistrate Thorne, a man whose presence in the repository was less a visit and more a weather event, a sudden drop in barometric pressure that made the joints...

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