The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 00:20:27 -

The rain fell in sheets of grey, blurring the boundary between the street and the sky. Elias Vance stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, his uniform damp and heavy. It was a standard issue jacket, dark blue wool, now stained with the grime of the city. He held a brass button in his palm. It was cold. It was small. It was the only thing he had left that did not smell of rot. He had been a...

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