The Wistful Voyage

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Thorne. The name was spat across the town hall floor like a piece of chewed tobacco, and Elias Thorne felt it land in the hollow of his stomach, cold and wet. Magistrate Vane stood by the podium, adjusting his cufflinks, the gold catching the harsh gaslight. He did not look at Elias, not really. He looked at the crowd, at the other men who had come to see the clerk stripped of his dignity, and...

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