The Wistful Voyage

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The rain in Cressida was not water, so much as it was a memory of the sea, a cold, grey sheet that hung low over the cobblestones and the slate roofs, smelling faintly of brine and rust. Elias Thorne stood by the window of his watch shop, a man carved from the same stubborn oak as the doorframe, his fingers stained with the black oil of time itself. He was repairing a pocket watch for the...

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