The Wistful Voyage

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The river spoke. Mara heard it. It was a low hum. A vibration in the water. It pressed against the hull of the boat. It was not wind. It was not current. It was a voice. "You are late," it said. Mara gripped the oars. Her hands were raw. The wood splintered under her grip. She did not answer. She could not. Her throat was dry. Her heart hammered against her ribs. A dull, rhythmic thud. It...

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