The Wistful Voyage
Thorne, you are late for the session, and the ink is already drying on the ledger." Lord Vane’s voice was not loud, but it carried the specific, brittle weight of a man who had never once been told no. Elias Thorne, Magistrate of the town of Oakhaven, stood in the center of the chamber, his hands still damp from the cold morning air. He was forty-two years old, a man whose life had been defined...
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