The Wistful Voyage

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The ivy had taken the east wall. It was a green, silent siege. I watched it climb with the patience of a stone, coiling around the mortar, tightening its grip on the old brick. It was beautiful. It was also a thief. It drank the light. It stole the warmth from the glass. And it killed the house. I am a clerk. I sit at a desk in a room that smells of dust and old paper. My name is Arthur. I am...

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