The Wistful Voyage

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The dream was a continuous, gray suspension, a state of being where the air tasted of copper and wet wool, and in that liminal haze, Thomas Bradshaw stood before a mirror that did not reflect his face but instead showed the hollowed-out void of a man who had forgotten how to breathe. He was a Sergeant of the Royal Constabulary, a title that in the industrial sprawl of Newcastle upon Tyne...

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