The Wistful Voyage

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The flood came on a Tuesday. Not the slow, creeping kind. A wall of brown, churning water. It swallowed the porch. It took the dog. It took the radio. It took the silence that had lived in the house for ten years. Ellis was twelve. He sat in the kitchen. The water lapped at the floorboards. It smelled of mud and rot. And something else. Something electric. Something alive. He watched it. He did...

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