The Wistful Voyage
Chapter One Caitriona Joyce’s fingers, stained with the black grease of the escapement wheel, were already deep inside the regulator’s chest when the tick struck her sternum, a physical blow that synchronized with the thud of her own failing heart, forcing her to pause mid-adjustment as the shingle beach outside the Donegal workshop seemed to vibrate with the same erratic, backward-pulling...
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