The Wistful Voyage

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The smell of wet wool and boiled cabbage hung heavy in the dining hall as we sat in our rows, the wooden benches groaning under the weight of forty hungry boys. I was twelve years old, small for my age, with hands that never quite stopped trembling, and I watched the Headmaster, Mr. Aldous Thorne, move down the aisle with a silence that felt louder than the clatter of spoons against tins. He...

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