The Wistful Voyage

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The dream was wet. It tasted of iron and salt. Thomas woke with his mouth full of river silt, the taste clinging to the back of his throat like a lie. He was in the cabin. The walls sweated. The ship groaned, a low, metallic moan that vibrated through the floorboards and into his bones. He sat up. The light was grey. The light was always grey. "Thomas." The voice came from the corner. Old Elias...

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