The Wistful Voyage
The dream was not of a place, but of a sensation, a specific and terrible geometry of pain located precisely in the right shoulder joint, a grinding, metallic shriek that echoed through the hollows of the clavicle as if the bone itself were being sheared by industrial shears. Thomas Whitmore woke with a gasp that tasted of iron and old dust, the residual frequency of the phantom trauma still...
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