The Wistful Voyage

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The tower stood like a broken tooth against the gray, unyielding sky. It was a structure of black stone, ancient and cold, rising from the edge of the cliff where the sea bit into the land with a relentless, foaming hunger. I remember the way the wind moved through its high, narrow windows, a low moan that sounded less like air and more like a warning. My father held my hand, his grip tight,...

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