The Wistful Voyage
Could a house eat a man whole? Barbara Lewandowski asked the question aloud in the cellar, her breath fogging in the damp air that smelled of wet wool and old iron. She was thirty, and her knees ached with the specific, grinding pain of a woman who had spent two decades on cold stone. The new steward, Janusz, stood before her, his face pale and tight with a cold authority that felt like a blade...
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