The Wistful Voyage
The frost had not yet melted from the windowpane of the study, a delicate, fractal lace that Elias Vane traced with his fingertip, feeling the cold bite into his skin. It was a precise, geometric beauty, indifferent to the human turmoil below. Elias was a man of calculations, of spreadsheets and quarterly forecasts, a mid-level analyst at a firm that dealt in the abstract machinery of global...
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