The Wistful Voyage

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The boiler exploded at dawn. It did not roar. It did not scream. It simply ceased to be a machine and became a hole in the world. Elias stood on the deck of the *Cormorant*, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold in his hand. The steam had vanished. The sky was the color of wet slate. He looked at the ship. He looked at the water. He looked at the cup. The cup was chipped. He had bought it in...

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