The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 18:11:26 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the wet asphalt of the metropolitan streets, blurring the neon signs into bleeding watercolors of pink and blue. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the corner of Fifth and Main, his uniform soaked through, the heavy wool clinging to his frame like a second, colder skin. He was not looking at the traffic, which moved...

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