The Wistful Voyage

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The dust in the Ministry’s private wing did not merely settle; it hung in the air like a suspended judgment, a fine, grey powder that coated the leather bindings of the files Elara Vane was tasked with cataloguing. She sat at a long oak table that stretched into the dim recesses of the room, the only light coming from a single, buzzing fluorescent tube that hummed with a low, electric...

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