The Wistful Voyage

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The rain hit the window with a sound like static. Elias stood in the center of the living room. His hands hung at his sides. They were empty. The glass orb sat on the shelf above the mantel. It was dark now. The light inside it had died an hour ago. He watched the droplets trace paths down the pane. Each drop was a separate entity. They merged. They fell. They disappeared into the garden...

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