The Wistful Voyage

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The morning light fell in pale, geometric shards across the linoleum of the kitchen, illuminating the dust motes that danced like suspended ash. Margaret stood before the counter, her hands still, holding a ceramic bowl that had been in her family for three generations. It was a simple vessel, glazed in a matte white that seemed to absorb the gloom of the room, yet it was the only object in her...

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