The Wistful Saga
In the rain-slicked streets of Oxford, where the cobblestones remembered every footfall that had ever crossed them, Henry Ashworth-Cross found himself walking a route he had never agreed to follow but could no longer refuse. He was forty-two years old, a translator of Portuguese maritime literature into English, and he had spent the better part of two decades converting other people's voyages...
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