The Wistful Voyage

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The clock in the hall room ticked. It was a loud tick. It sounded like a bone snapping. I sat in the corner. My back was against the wall. The wood was cold. It bit into my spine. I held the pocket watch in my hand. It was a heavy thing. Gold casing. The surface was scratched. Deep gouges ran across the face. Like scars. Like the hands of the dead. I had held it for thirty years. My father’s...

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