The Wistful Voyage

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The house was drowning in the quiet before the storm broke, a silence so thick it had the texture of wet wool against the skin. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the hall, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the familiar ache in his knuckles, that deep, structural grinding that spoke of years spent gripping things he no longer needed to hold. The air smelled of beeswax and old paper,...

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