The Wistful Voyage

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The coat was not merely worn; it was inhabited, a heavy, rust-colored wool thing that had hung on the back of the door in the drafty hall of the manor for forty years before Thomas Bradshaw’s grandfather had finally surrendered it to the attic, where it lay like a shed skin, retaining the faint, sweet scent of camphor and old tobacco. Thomas, who was twelve, with eyes the color of wet slate and...

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