The Wistful Voyage

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The note was slipped under the door at dawn, written in ink that had not yet dried, smelling faintly of iron and wet stone. It was a list. Three items, scrawled in a hand that trembled slightly at the corners: the East Wing, the cellar, the price. I read it twice, then folded it into my shirt pocket, next to the key to the pantry. I am Elias, forty-two, and I have served Lord Blackwood for...

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