The Wistful Voyage

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The house was quiet. Too quiet. I sat at the kitchen table. The wood was cold. My hands were still. I looked at the chair across from me. It was empty. But it wasn't always empty. I am a man of routine. I work in data entry. I come home. I eat. I sleep. My name is Arthur. I am fifty-four. My back hurts. My eyes ache. These are the facts. The other things are less clear. My daughter, Clara, sat...

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