The Wistful Voyage

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The baby in your arms is turning the color of old bruises, and the clock on the wall ticks with a rhythm that feels like a hammer against your skull. You are Elara, thirty-two, and you have held more newborns than you can count, but you have never held one that felt so heavy, so wrong. Thomas is gone. The bailiffs took him at dawn for the debt on the mill, leaving you with the license he was...

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