The Wistful Voyage

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The water came up through the grating before the wall gave way, a black slurry that smelled of rotting kelp and old iron. I remember the sound first, a low, grinding shriek that seemed to come from the stones themselves, followed by the wet thud of tons of masonry collapsing into the harbor. Elias was on my left, shouting something about the ladders, but the noise swallowed his voice whole. The...

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