The Wistful Voyage

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Chapter One My fingers were black with grease and the brass weight was hot, hotter than the iron of the forge that hummed in the distance, a sound I had learned to read like a barometer. I was Randi Aas, and I was forty-two years old, though the ledger at the estate office claimed otherwise, and I was trying to keep the great pendulum of the Halloway house swinging while my own heart stuttered...

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