The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-18 04:21:26 -

The fog did not lift; it merely changed its mind. You stood on the platform of the Blackfriars terminus, your coat damp with a mist that smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. The air was thick, a tangible weight pressing against your skin, blurring the edges of the world until the gas lamps became halos of sickly yellow. You held the letter in your hand. It was small, folded into a square so...

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