The Wistful Voyage

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The fog sat on the harbor. It was thick. It was grey. It smelled of salt and rot. Thomas stood on the dock. He was seven. His boots were wet. The water lapped at the planks. *Thwip. Thwip.* It sounded like a heartbeat. A slow, dying heartbeat. Thomas looked at the ship. It was called *The Saint Jude*. It was a merchant vessel. It had three masts. The sails were furled. They looked like dead...

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