The Wistful Voyage

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The glass orb sat on the mantelpiece. It was small, no larger than a plum, and it caught the afternoon light with a dull, internal shimmer. Elias stood before it. He did not touch it. He watched the dust motes dance in the beam that sliced through the window. The house was quiet. It was the specific, heavy silence of a home that has been held together by duty for too long. Elias was a man of...

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