The Wistful Voyage

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The Burren in winter was not a landscape so much as a series of arguments between stone and sky, a place where the ground felt like the hull of a ship stranded in a sea of lichen and frost. The town of Doolin sat in the valley, huddled against the cold, its lights flickering on as the haze from the distant industrial fires rolled in, thickening the air until it tasted of sulfur and old coal. In...

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