The Wistful Voyage

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The ink on the final line of the boundary chart was still wet when Elias Thorne felt the cold seep through the soles of his boots, a dampness that had nothing to do with the autumn mud. He stood ten feet from the Vael River, his hands trembling not from the wind but from the sheer, physical wrongness of the water, which was flowing uphill against the current, a slow, viscous counter-pulse that...

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