The Wistful Voyage

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The coughing started on a Tuesday, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to come from the bottom of a well. I was sitting at my desk in the mill office, the ink in my pen still wet from the morning’s inventory, when Elara stood in the doorway, her face pale as the plaster behind her. She held a handkerchief to her lips, and when she lowered it, the red stain was not a spot but a smear, vivid...

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