The Wistful Voyage
The river did not flow so much as it dragged the city of Oakhaven down into the earth, a slow, viscous descent that had begun centuries ago and would, it seemed, never end. Elias, a boy of ten years with hands too large for his wrists and eyes that held the dull, gray permanence of the winter sky, walked the muddy embankment with his father, Thomas, whose back was bent not by age but by the...
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