The Wistful Voyage
The voice that cut through the damp silence of the cabin was not loud, but it carried the weight of a verdict, distinct and final, echoing off the peeling wallpaper that Elias Thorne had tried, in vain, to patch with strips of brown paper three weeks ago. "Elias, you are done," the dockmaster’s letter seemed to say, though no one was there but the man himself and the ghost of his sister’s...
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