The Wistful Voyage

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The fog did not obscure; it revealed. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the rail of the *Aethelgard*, his knuckles white against the cold iron. He was forty-two, a man who had spent twenty years in the Army, and he had eighteen hours to reach the mainland before his pension was forfeited. The opposing force was not the weather, but the arrhythmia that stuttered in his chest, a condition he treated...

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