The Wistful Voyage

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Thomas. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, before Mr. Hale’s voice cut through the grey morning. He did not shout, but the syllables carried the weight of the iron compass in his hand, a heavy, rusted thing that smelled of salt and old blood. Thomas stood on the porch, his boots caked in the wet mud of the lane, his fingers white-knuckled around the straps of his satchel. Inside were...

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