The Wistful Voyage

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Act I I was wiping the condensation from a glass of sherry when the door to the back room of the coffee house swung open, and the cold air from the whaling port rushed in, carrying the smell of tar and wet wool. My hand, still damp with the liquid, hovered over the tablecloth as I watched two men in grey coats step inside; they were not customers, but inspectors from the central ministry, their...

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