The Wistful Voyage

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The rain falls not as water but as a fine, gray dust, settling on the brass railings of the Whitehall terrace with a weight that feels less like weather and more like judgment. You stand there, your uniform pressed so tight it restricts the expansion of your ribs, feeling the fabric constrict your breathing into shallow, measured sips of air. The air smells of wet stone, ozone, and the faint,...

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