The Wistful Voyage

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The hall was cold. Not the crisp chill of a winter morning, but a deep, stagnant cold that seeped into the marrow. It was the cold of stone that had forgotten the sun. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of the dais. He wore his uniform. It was immaculate. The brass buttons caught the dim light of the chandeliers. They looked like dead eyes. He did not look at them. He looked at the floor....

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