The Wistful Voyage

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The letter was folded into a square no larger than a playing card, the edges worn soft from thirty years of being carried in a waistcoat pocket. Elias Thorne held it up to the grey morning light filtering through the customs office window, the paper translucent enough to reveal the faint, looping script of his father’s hand, though the ink had faded to the color of dried blood. He was...

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