The Wistful Voyage

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The gate was locked. It had been locked for three hours, since the sun had dipped below the ivy-choked walls of the palace, and I had stood in the damp courtyard, listening to the water drip from the eaves into the stone troughs, each drop a distinct, hollow strike against the granite. I was forty years old, a Captain of the Guard, and I held my ceremonial sword with a grip so tight the leather...

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