The Wistful Voyage

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The rain had not stopped in three days. It fell on the gray brick of the university library with a steady, rhythmic persistence that made the glass windows vibrate faintly, a low hum that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth. He sat in the corner of the rare books room, a space designated for scholars of modest means and high ambition, his back pressed against the cold radiator. The heating system...

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