The Wistful Voyage
Chapter One Did you know that ink can bleed? Burkhard Hoffmann knew, having spent forty-two years with lead in his fingers and the smell of cold metal in his nose. He stood in the public library, the budget cut to ribbons, the shelves bare of anything modern, staring at the ledger. It was a medieval text, or so the catalog said, but the paper felt warm. He touched the page. A drop of red welled...
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