The Wistful Voyage

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You stand at the window. The glass is cold against your forehead. Outside, the city breathes steam. It is a gray, wet Tuesday. The trams rattle on tracks that glisten like wet bones. You are waiting. You have been waiting for three days. Your coat is damp. You do not care. The letter sat on the desk. It had no return address. Just your name. *James.* Written in ink that smelled of iron. Inside,...

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