The Wistful Voyage

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The cellar smelled of damp stone and old iron. Margaret stood before the heavy oak door, her hand resting on the cold iron ring. She was a clerk in the Ministry of Sustenance. Her job was to record. To count. To ensure the ledgers balanced. The numbers were clean. The numbers were safe. But the ledger in her hand was not a ledger of grain or oil. It was a ledger of pills. She looked down at the...

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