The Wistful Voyage
14th October, 1893. The fog has not lifted since dawn, clinging to the eaves of the manor like a damp, grey shroud that refuses to be shed, and I sit in the study, the silence pressing against my eardrums with a physical weight that makes the air feel thick and stale. I am Elias Thorne, senior customs inspector, and for the last twenty years I have served the Crown with a precision that borders...
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