The Wistful Voyage

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The frost bites the stone floor of the scriptorium, a cold that has nothing to do with the season. You sit before the *Codex Aeterna*, your hands hovering over the vellum like a surgeon afraid of the first incision. It is Friday. You have one day left to bind the final volume if you wish to keep your pension, the only thing standing between you and the charity ward. Your hands tremble. It is a...

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