The Wistful Voyage

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The ink is wet. It is always wet. You press the nib into the parchment, and the black flows like a vein cut open, staining the fiber of the city’s history. It is the twenty-third of November. Snow sits on the ledger’s edge, melting into grey slush. You are Elara. You are thirty-two. You are the scribe to Lord Ashworth, and you are running out of time. You want to be free. That is the only thing...

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