The Wistful Voyage

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The cold sat heavy in the room. It pressed against the glass. The glass was cracked. A web of fractures spread from the center. It looked like a broken bone. Thomas stared at it. He did not blink. His eyes were dry. He had not slept in three days. The air smelled of rust and old wool. It smelled of him. He was a soldier. Or he had been. The uniform hung on a hook. It was dusty. The buttons were...

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