The Wistful Voyage

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The bell did not ring. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal. A sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot. It ripped through the fog. It ripped through the silence of the night. Elias stood in the dark. He held his rifle. His hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the job. To be the stone in the stream. To be the wall against the wind. He looked at the object in his hand....

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