The Wistful Voyage
March 14, 1904 "You look like a man waiting for a verdict, Arthur. Or perhaps a corpse." The toast came from Director Halloway, his voice slicing through the hum of the gala music. I stood by the punch bowl, my fingers wrapped around a glass of sherry I hadn’t sipped. The chandelier above cast a yellow, sticky light over the room, catching the dust motes that swirled in the draft from the open...
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