The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-19 21:43:30 -

The rain in Millhaven did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, gray veil that smelled of wet wool and rusted iron. You were standing on the porch of the old mill, your coat soaked through to the skin, watching the fog roll off the river. It was a Tuesday, but it might have been any day. The town was asleep, or at least it pretended to be. You knew better. You had been investigating the...

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