The Wistful Voyage

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The brass key felt heavy in Elias Vane’s palm, cold and dense as a stone from the riverbed, its teeth worn smooth by five years of turning the same lock. He stood in the hallway of the Blackwood Textile Mill, the air thick with the scent of machine oil and damp wool, staring at the door to Foreman Halloway’s office. He needed the promotion. He needed the extra twelve pounds a week to cover the...

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