The Wistful Voyage

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Thorne, you are late. The voice of the Duke’s steward cut through the roar of the market square, sharp as a knife slicing through the thick, humid air of the trade fair. Elias Thorne, a merchant of rare herbs whose hands were stained permanently green by the sap of a hundred different species, did not look up from the pot in his apprentice’s hands. He was forty years old, a man who had built a...

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