The Wistful Voyage

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Act I Grainne Tuohey remembered the weight of the slate in her hand, a cold, smooth rectangle that had once held the names of the dead but now held only the silence of her own failing years. She sat in the cramped office at thirty-one of the Ferry Slip, the air heavy with damp wool and old paper, watching the tremor in her left index finger as it tried to steady the pen. The resignation letter...

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