The Wistful Voyage

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The porcelain compass in Elias Thorne’s palm was cracked, a hairline fracture running from the cardinal north to the center pin, a flaw that had not been there when Clara died. He held it up against the grey fog that hung off the cliffs of Blackwater Bay, the cold seeping through the leather of his gloves. The needle spun. It did not settle. It whipped back and forth with a violence that made...

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