The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 02:57:00 -

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a grey, relentless curtain that blurred the edges of the harbor town of Oakhaven, where the air tasted of brine, old iron, and the slow, inevitable decay of things left too long in the damp, a place where the boundary between the living world and the memory of the dead was not a line but a permeable mist that everyone breathed in and out with the...

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