The Wistful Voyage

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The dream was not a dream but a slow, viscous tide of mercury that pooled in the hollows of Major Elias Thorne’s eyelids, a silvered weight that pressed against the back of his skull where the bone had begun to soften, turning the architecture of his mind into a fluid, breathing thing that whispered with the voices of those he had served and those he had failed, a chorus of static and sighs...

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