The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-21 12:44:59 -

The wind off the harbor smelled of salt and old iron. Silas Vane stood on the dock, his boots creaking against the wet planks. He looked at the boat. It was a small thing, a wooden skiff named *The Wretch*. Its hull was scarred by barnacles and time. The wood had turned grey, soft in the grain where the sun had eaten it away. It wore its age like a shroud. Silas touched the gunwale. His fingers...

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