Neil McTaggart’s Crossing – Part 4: First Morning
The small back room smelled faintly of pine boards and woodsmoke. Its single window was frosted at the edges, letting in only a sliver of moonlight. A narrow bed, a wooden chair, and a shelf were all it held but after the ship’s hard benches and the cold hall in Halifax, it felt like his own corner of the world.
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