The Wistful Voyage

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The wind did not howl so much as it complained, a low, guttural sound that scraped against the stone walls of the manor, making the dust in the corners dance like fine ash. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his bed, the woolen blanket tight across his knees, his eyes fixed on the door as if it might burst open at any moment. He was forty years old, though the lines around his mouth suggested a...

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