The Wistful Mirror

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The wind off the Bering Sea does not howl so much as it grinds, a slow, metallic shriek that settles into the marrow of your bones and stays there, long after the gale has passed and the sky has cleared to a bruised, indifferent purple. You are alone on the deck of the *Hesperus*, a trawler that looks less like a vessel of commerce and more like a rusted ribcage floating in the void, and you...

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