The Wistful Voyage

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The candle sputtered. It died. The dark was total. It was heavy. It pressed against Thomas’s eyes. He sat in the small office. It was his office. It was the office of the Archivist. He held the key. It was iron. It was cold. It was worn. The handle was smooth. Smooth as a river stone. Smooth as a skull. He had held it for ten years. Ten years of dust. Ten years of silence. The building was old....

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