The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-19 20:09:45 -

The frost bites. You shiver. The glass cracks. A spiderweb fracture spreads across the pane. You stare at it. You are cold. You are always cold. The library smells of damp wool and old paper. Your breath fogs. The fog clears. The cold remains. You are a scholar of the Void. That is your title. That is your lie. You study the spaces between things. The silence. The gap. You think you are safe in...

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