The Wistful Voyage
Chapter One Angelina Rinaldi remembered the weight of the iron gate long before she remembered the taste of the bread that sustained her, a heaviness that lived in the marrow of her twelve-year-old bones, a physical fact of the world that had no relation to the sun or the wind. She stood now in the shadow of the outer wall, the dawn light stripping the color from the stone until it was merely a...
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