The Wistful Voyage

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Farah Butt’s fingers were deep in the wet silt of the harbor wall, digging for the iron clasp that held the ledger, when the dream broke him awake, not in his bed but in the cold, dark office where the damp had already begun to rot the floorboards beneath his feet. He was thirty-two, a customs inspector in the service of the Crown, and he had spent the last three nights waking to the sound of...

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