The Wistful Voyage

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The salt crusted in the creases of your knuckles. It was a thick, white armor. You rubbed at it with the heel of your hand, but the grit remained. It had been there since the harbor. Since the tide turned against you. You stood at the edge of the quay. The water below was black and heavy. It did not splash. It did not foam. It just lay there, a solid sheet of obsidian, reflecting the grey sky...

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