The Wistful Voyage

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The letter from Clara arrived on a Tuesday, smelling faintly of the coal dust that clung to the city’s winter. She was ill, she wrote, her hand shaky, the ink blotted where her breath had fogged the page. The air in the hospital was bad, and she longed for the solid, quiet weight of our home. She asked me to finish the east wing before the frost set in, to hold the roof over her head. I wanted...

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