The Infinite Passage
## Act I The ticket was warm when Tommy found it. Not metaphorically warm—actually warm, like something that had been sitting in sunlight, though the bottle it came in had been lying in a puddle on the Manhattan docks for as long as anyone could remember. He pulled it from the water with a hook and a curse, and the paper inside had no return address, no destination, just three words printed in...
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