The Wistful Voyage

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The rain in the year of our Lord 1342 did not wash the town clean; it merely pressed the grime deeper into the porous stones of the cobbles and the damp wood of the doorframes. Elias Thorne, constable of the market district, stood on the bridge where the river Wye turned a sluggish, oily black, and watched the swans. There were three of them, their feathers a void against the grey water, silent...

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