The Wistful Voyage

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The air in the control room tasted of ozone and stale coffee. It was a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat, a constant reminder of the high voltage that hummed through the walls. He sat at his station, the leather chair worn smooth by decades of use, his hands resting on the console. They were steady hands. They had been steady for forty years. The facility was a...

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