The Wistful Voyage

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My hand shook as I inked the date, the nib scratching a jagged line across the paper. I am Thomas Bradshaw, forty-five, a retired constable of the County Police, and I am writing this down before the frost takes the rest of it. The winter of 1912 has set in hard, and my memory is failing me in the specific, dangerous way of a man who has tried to bury a body. I want to clear my name before I...

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