The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-25 06:20:24 -

The letter lay on the counter, its seal broken, the ink still damp with the cold. I read it three times, the words blurring as the dampness in the room rose to meet my eyes. *Mr. Ashworth, the stock is sold. No exceptions. No credits. The market moves.* It was signed with a flourish that looked less like a signature and more like a wound. Lord Vane had bought the last of the Moonpetal. Not for...

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