The Wistful Voyage

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Chapter One Leszek Krawczyk remembered the silence first, a heavy, wet thing that pressed against the inside of his skull before the cold did. He was forty-two, though the damp of the cellar had aged him into something brittle, a man made of dried peat and rusted wire. The clock on the wall, a cheap thing with a cracked face, ran six minutes fast. He had kept it that way for thirty years, a...

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