The Wistful Voyage

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Act I Could a man’s dying breath be transcribed before the ink dried, or would the words simply bleed into the wet parchment like a wound refusing to close? Dorothy Hutchins sat in the scriptorium, the damp air of the Fens pressing against the shutters, her fingers stained black as she copied the forbidden Codex Umbra for her mentor, old Thomas, whose lungs rattled in the room beyond the wall....

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