The Wistful Voyage

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The hall smelled of stale wine and wet wool. We drank. We shouted. The walls sweated. "Drink, Thomas," said the Captain. His voice was gravel in a tin can. I drank. My hands shook. Not from the cold. From the fear. It sat in my gut. A stone. A cold, black stone. Margaret was in my head. Not her face. Her voice. *Come home, Tom.* Simple. Plain. Like bread. Like rain. I looked at the Captain. He...

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