The Wistful Voyage

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The ferry terminal smelled of diesel and wet wool, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. "You’re late, Mr. Thorne," the ticket agent said, not looking up from the manifest. His voice was flat, administrative, carrying the specific weight of someone who had heard a thousand excuses and believed in none of them. Elias Thorne adjusted the leather satchel in his hand, feeling...

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