The Wistful Voyage

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The letter lay on the platform bench, the paper damp from the morning mist. Elias held the other end, his knuckles white, as his father, Thomas Ashworth, the mill foreman, stood over him. The air was thick with the smell of coal smoke and wet wool. Thomas did not shout; he simply pointed a thick finger at the boy’s chest, a gesture of finality that cut the wind. "You will not leave this town,"...

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