The Wistful Voyage

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The sky broke open at noon. It did not rain. It bled. A thick, black ichor poured from a tear in the firmament above the village of Oakhaven. The earth trembled. Crops withered in seconds. The air turned sour, tasting of copper and old iron. Commander Silas Vane stood on the porch of his cottage. He held a leather-bound ledger in his left hand. His right hand gripped the hilt of a ceremonial...

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