The Wistful Voyage

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Chapter One I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth, the dream of ink leaking from my eyes still clinging to my eyelids. It was the long dusk of high summer, the heat pressing against the scriptorium windows like a physical weight. I am Saad Khan, senior scribe, and I have thirty-two years of service behind me, yet I trembled as I dipped the quill. The census was due by dawn. My family’s land...

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