The Wistful Voyage

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The candle guttered, throwing long, jagged shadows against the damp stone of the cell. Elias pressed his back against the cold wall, his fingers trembling as he clutched the crumpled parchment in his left hand. It was a forgery, a masterwork of his own scribe’s hand, and it was the only proof he had that he was not the heretic the Inquisition claimed him to be. He was thirty years old, a man...

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