The Wistful Voyage

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The air in the Grand Atrium of St. Jude’s Institute for the Cured was thick with the scent of ozone and lilies, a cloying perfume that sought to mask the underlying rot of the failing infrastructure. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the marble expanse, his fingers splayed against the cold stone of the central pillar, feeling the tremors that had become his constant companion. To the...

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