The Wistful Voyage

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The parchment was cold, its edges brittle as old bone, and in Silas’s hands it felt less like a legal document and more like a dead thing wrapped in silk. He held it under the amber glow of the chandelier, the wax seal cracked and weeping red wax onto the mahogany desk, and for a moment the only sound in the vast, suffocating archive was the wet tick of the grandfather clock in the corner,...

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