The Wistful Voyage

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that clung to the high, arched windows of the Hall of Justice, blurring the world outside into a smear of indistinct color and damp stone. Within the chamber, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a dry, stifling perfume that seemed to preserve not just the documents but the very weight of the...

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