The Wistful Voyage

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The ice on the harbor had shattered, not with a crack, but with a sigh, like a bone giving way in a cold room. I woke to the sound, a fracture that ran through my sleep and into the marrow of my waking. Outside, the grey light of the village of Oakhaven was already fading into the dull, pewter hue of a winter that refused to end. I lay still, listening to the silence that followed the break. It...

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