The Wistful Voyage

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The stone archway stood at the end of the dead-end street, a silent sentinel carved from granite that had turned the color of old bruises by the rain. It was not a door, nor a gate, but simply a frame of masonry that hung over the pavement, marking a threshold that led nowhere specific, only into the deeper quiet of the city’s backblocks. For thirty years, Elara Vance had lived in the shadow of...

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