The Wistful Voyage

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14 November. My dear Clara, The wind is not merely blowing; it is striking the house with the intent of a battering ram. I have spent the morning nailing fresh boards over the east window, the wood splintering under my hammer with a sound that feels too much like bone. I am well, though the cold has settled into my joints with a persistence that reminds me of the mud in the trenches, a damp...

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