The Wistful Voyage

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The quill scratched against the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that seemed to tear the silence of the scriptorium in two, and Elias Thorne watched the black line bleed into the parchment, darker and more viscous than the ink he had mixed that morning. He was thirty-two years old, though the mirror in his cell showed a face that belonged to a man of fifty, the skin around his mouth pulled tight...

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