The Wistful Voyage

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The clock on the mantel ticked. It was a heavy sound. The room was cold. I sat in the chair. The clock sat on the shelf. It was always there. I had bought it with my own hands. My hands were old now. They shook. The clock did not shake. It kept time. It did not care if I was dead or alive. It only cared about the second. I looked at the door. It was closed. The latch was brass. It was bright. I...

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