The Wistful Voyage

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Chapter One Did you think the ink would hold? Franca Zito asked the question aloud, her voice thin in the drafty room, while the sewing machine treadled softly in the next room, a rhythm that matched the pulse in her temples. She was forty-two, her eyes tired, and the winter solstice was three days away. The Duke’s final document lay on the table, the parchment heavy and damp with the dampness...

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