The Wistful Voyage

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The road to the Duke’s estate was a ribbon of black mud that clung to the wheels of the carriage like wet wool. Elias Thorne sat in the back, his hands resting on his knees, fingers laced together with a tension that made the knuckles white. He was forty years old, a captain of the guard, a man who had spent two decades keeping the peace in the capital, yet he felt as small as a child in the...

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