The Wistful Voyage

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The chair was oak. It was old. It had been in the room for a century. I touched the armrest. The wood was cold. It was smooth. It was worn. I had come to find it. I had crossed an ocean. I had crossed a life. I stood in the hallway. The air smelled of dust. It smelled of wax. It smelled of time. "Is he here?" I asked. The man did not look up. He was polishing a vase. His name was Mr. Thorne. He...

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