The Wistful Voyage

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The building breathes in the dark. You feel it before you see it, a slow, tidal expansion of the air in the small room where you sit, your hands wrapped around a cup of tea that has long since gone cold. The steam does not rise. Instead, it sinks, pooling on the floor like mist in a valley, carrying with it the scent of wet stone and iron. You are Elias. You are a clerk. You have been a clerk...

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