The Wistful Voyage

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The river was not water. It was a boundary, a thin, black line drawn across the world that refused to be crossed. 14th of October, 1342. Master Aldous, My father has not spoken in three days. The physicians say it is a fever, but the air in his chamber smells of rot and old iron. I am twelve years old, and I am the only one who has not been dismissed. The court is a machine of silence. They...

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