The Wistful Voyage

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The wisteria vine was dry and brittle in Thomas’s hands, its purple tendrils snapped and brown, smelling of dust and old decay, and he held it up before the Abbot as if it were a weapon or a prayer, the stem digging into his palm until the skin whitened under the pressure. The cellar air was thick with the scent of damp stone and mildew, and the silence from the Abbot was not empty but heavy, a...

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