The Wistful Voyage

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"Arthur." The voice was not loud, but it cut through the damp air of the surveying tent like a wire snapping. It was the voice of his wife, Eleanor, though she had not spoken in two days. Or perhaps it was his own memory of her voice, projected onto the silence of the grey morning. Arthur Ashworth, forty-two years old, a man whose hands were permanently stained with ink and graphite, looked up...

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