The Wistful Voyage

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"You're late, Arthur." The voice was thin, like wind through a cracked window. It belonged to Mr. Halloway, the town assessor. He stood by the door of the municipal office, his hat in his hand, a small, dead moth pinned to his lapel. It was gray and dry. It looked like a piece of ash that had forgotten how to burn. I was not late. The clock on the wall said nine. But the town does not run by...

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