The Wistful Voyage

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The dream was always the same, a recurring vision of the left hand severed at the wrist, suspended in the air by a gossamer thread of pale, cold light that pulsed with a rhythmic heat only Elias Thorne could feel. In the year of our Lord 1893, this scholar of forty-two years sat up in the dark of his study, the phantom limb throbbing against his silence, waking with the desperate, singular want...

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