The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 16:04:01 -

The rain lashed against the windowpane. A relentless, gray drumbeat. Thomas sat at his desk, the inkwell cold and heavy in his hand. He did not write. He stared at the single, yellowed orchid on the windowsill. It was dying. Its petals curled inward, brown and brittle, like old skin. "Thomas." The voice cut through the rain. Sharp. Cold. He looked up. Mr. Sterling stood in the doorway. The...

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