The Wistful Voyage

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I woke in a hall of white marble that stretched out into a fog so thick it felt like breathing in wool. The floor was cold, smooth, and endless, reflecting my own face back at me with a clarity that was almost violent. I was not alone. To my left sat Julian, his hands clasped between his knees, his posture rigid with the kind of stillness that precedes a break. He looked older than I...

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