The Wistful Voyage

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The air in the Grand Hall of the Ministry of Interior did not smell of the sea, nor of the damp earth of the countryside, but of a sterile, metallic chill that seemed to seep through the soles of one’s boots and settle in the marrow of the bones, a sensation that Captain Elias Thorne had long since learned to equate with the slow, invisible erosion of one’s own soul. He stood before the dais,...

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