The Wistful Voyage

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Thorne. The word was not a request but a command, spoken by the Abbot in that low, gravelly register that usually preceded a reprimand, and you were already turning from the shelf before the second syllable landed, your hand still buried in the dust of the oak case. The smell hit you first, a thick, cloying mix of damp rot and old paper, the scent of a place where time had stopped breathing and...

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