The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 14:58:50 -

The compass lay on the table. It was broken. The glass face was a web of fractures, a spider’s web of silver threads. I looked at it. It looked back. Or seemed to. The needle spun. It did not stop. It never stopped. I was a soldier. I am a soldier. The rank is old. The uniform is gone. But the duty remains. I packed the bag. The bag was heavy. The weight was not the gear. The weight was the...

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