The Wistful Voyage

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the windows of the office on the fourteenth floor, blurring the city into a watercolor of slate and charcoal. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed leather chair, his fingers laced loosely over the spine of a book he had not read in three days, the leather cool and dry against his palms despite the dampness pressing...

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