The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-25 08:54:33 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and the sharp, metallic tang of old ink. Sofia Stefanou stood at the head of the long oak table, her fingers tracing the rim of a porcelain bowl, feeling the heat leach into skin that had begun to feel like dry parchment. The Guild of Scribes sat in rows, their faces pale under the gaslight, watching her with the hungry, expectant silence of men waiting...

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