The Wistful Voyage

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The bell of St. Jude’s tolled the hour of vespers, a sound that seemed less like a warning and more like the heavy, rhythmic beating of a heart growing too large for its chest. Father Elias stood on the stone parapet of the cathedral, his fingers wrapped around the cold iron railing, watching the fog roll off the river and swallow the city in a grey, suffocating embrace. He was not looking at...

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