The Wistful Voyage

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The frost clings to the glass. It holds. You wake in the cold. The air tastes of iron and old wood. You are a clerk of the forest. You count the trees. You mark the bark. Your wife is gone. The house is empty. The silence is heavy. It presses against your ears. You do not move. You look at the window. The ice remains. It has not melted. It has not broken. It stays. You take your boots. They are...

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