The Wistful Voyage
The train cut through the gray morning like a blade through fog. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his hands wrapped around a cold cup of coffee that had gone lukewarm an hour ago. He was a man of habits, of margins and footnotes, a scholar of medieval liturgy who had spent thirty years deciphering the silence between words. Now, he was traveling to St. Jude’s Institute for the Study of Anomalous...
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