The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-17 19:16:37 -

The smell of rosemary hit you before the door did. It was thick. It was heavy. It smelled like a grave. You stood on the porch. The rain had stopped. The air was still. Inside, the lights were on. They were yellow. They were warm. They were a lie. You pushed the door open. It creaked. The wood groaned under your hand. You had come back. You had come back for the last time. You were not a guest....

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