The Wistful Voyage

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The fog in Oakhaven did not merely obscure the harbor; it tasted of salt, rust, and something else, something metallic and sweet that coated the back of my throat like a bad penny. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a border patrol officer who had spent fifteen years walking the damp, cobblestone lines between what was legal and what was not, and I wanted only one thing: the final...

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