The Wistful Voyage

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The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, cloying sweetness of overripe plums, a scent so thick and pervasive that it seemed to coat the inside of the mouth, turning every breath into a sticky, viscous act of consumption that left the tongue feeling both nourished and fouled by the sugary rot of the fruit. Elias Thorne stood in a corridor that had no end, the walls lined not with...

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