The Wistful Voyage

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Act I Clifford Ledbetter had thirty-two years in his bones, and the cold in Nova Scotia did not care for his age. It froze the well pump until the iron groaned, a sound that woke him before the rubbish truck’s brakes screamed at dawn. He stood in the stable loft, the warm breath of the horses below rising through the slats, and checked the flow gauges. The water was dropping. Not fast, not yet,...

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