The Wistful Voyage

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The hand. It was his hand. He looked at it. Pale. Thin. The knuckles were white. He held a pen. The pen was black. The ink was dry. He stared. The dream began there. Not with sound. Not with light. With the grip. He was in an office. A glass box. High up. The city hummed below. A low thrum. Like a dying engine. Dr. Elias Thorne sat at a desk. The desk was oak. It was heavy. It was old. He was a...

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