The Wistful Voyage

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The rain hammered against the salt-rotted glass of the watchtower, a relentless, percussive rhythm that drowned out the lower whispers of the sea. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his back straight as a rifle, staring at the man who had betrayed him. Silas, his junior inspector for the last five years, sat on the cold stone floor, his hands bound behind his back with a strip of...

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