The Wistful Voyage

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The hand was wrong. It was not his hand. It was a stranger’s, pale and thin, resting on the cold iron railing of a ship that did not exist. He looked down. The fingers were long. The nails were dirty. He knew those hands. He had seen them in the mirror every morning for ten years. But this was not his face. This was the face of the man who had left. He was on the deck. The wind was high. It...

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