The Wistful Voyage

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The wind howled against the shingles of Outpost 4, a sound so constant and piercing that it had begun to feel less like weather and more like a physical assault, a relentless drumming that vibrated in the teeth and rattled the very bones of the men who sheltered within the walls. I sat at the small, scarred desk in my quarters, the ink freezing on the nib of my pen, forcing me to press harder...

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