The Wistful Voyage

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a gray and persistent exhalation from the bruised sky that settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a sensation that was less about wetness and more about the slow, inevitable saturation of time itself, which had long since begun to rot the edges of his life until they were soft, permeable, and indistinguishable from the damp earth of the...

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