The Wistful Voyage

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The fog rolled in from the harbor before dawn, thick and gray as wet wool. It swallowed the cobblestones. It swallowed the lanterns. It swallowed the world. I stood on the breakwater, my boots slick with slime, watching the water churn against the stone. My sword hung heavy at my hip. It was a good sword. A cold thing. A dead thing. Captain Halloway stood beside me. He did not look at the sea....

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