The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-18 11:08:51 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended veil of grey mist that clung to the wet stone of the harbor wall and the rusted iron of the mooring cleats, blurring the line between the world and the water until the two seemed to merge into a single, breathing entity of dampness and decay. Thomas Ashworth stood with his back to the churning tide, his coat buttoned to the...

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