The Wistful Voyage

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The fog came in thick as wool. It tasted of brine and old rot. Thomas woke with his mouth full of dust. He spat. The taste was chalky. Dry. Wrong. He sat up. The room was cold. The wallpaper peeled in long, pale strips. Like skin. He rubbed his eyes. His hands shook. He could not stop them. "Morning," he said. His voice sounded foreign. Thin. A reed snapping in the wind. He looked at the...

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