The Wistful Voyage

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The jar sat on the shelf. It was small. Glass. Thin. It held the last of the amber syrup. Or so they claimed. Dr. Julian Thorne stared at it. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The room was white. Sterile. A cube of light and silence. He stood in the center. The walls hummed. A low, electric drone. It vibrated in his teeth. In his bones. This was the end. Or the beginning. He did not...

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