The Wistful Voyage
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the air into a thick, breathable slurry of mud and pine needles. You stood in the center of the vast, hollow room of your childhood home, the one that had been abandoned for decades but which the estate lawyers had somehow managed to keep from collapsing entirely, a monument to a...
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