The Wistful Voyage

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I was pulling the last nail from the doorframe when the chains at the harbor began to rattle, a sound that seemed to vibrate up through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my knees. The wood splintered under my pry bar, releasing a sharp, dusty scent that filled the air of the small, freezing room. I stood there, holding the broken piece of oak, looking at the empty space where the...

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