The Wistful Voyage

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The fog clings to the hull. It is a living thing, grey and damp, pressing against the portholes of the third-class cabin. You are alone here, in the cramped space of the *SS Meridian*, bound for the coast. Your hands are stained. Not with ink, but with the residue of the old seal. The wax is red, cracked, and cold. It sits on the small, dusty table before you, a relic of an authority you have...

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