The Wistful Voyage

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The fever broke not with a shudder but with a sudden, terrifying clarity that felt less like a return to life and more like a descent into a cold, sterile cellar, where the air tasted of dust and old paper and the faint, metallic tang of blood that had been swallowed and not yet coughed up. Margaret stood at the window of the fourth-floor apartment in the gray city, her hands pressed flat...

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