The Wistful Voyage

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The silver was cold, but it should not have been. "Put it in your pocket, Arthur. Or I’ll feed it to the gulls." Captain Hale’s voice was dry, like sand on a hinge. He did not look at me. He looked at the deck, at the way the grey light of early morning stretched long and thin across the planks. The *HMS Justice* was a penal transport, a rusting hull designed to carry men to the edge of the...

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