The Wistful Voyage

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The air in Mrs. Gable’s parlor was thick with the scent of stale lavender and the heavier weight of your own trembling hands. You sat across from her, the mahogany table separating your cold skin from the warmth of her domain, and watched as she slid a single sheet of paper toward you. Her smile was thin, a razor’s edge that promised pain rather than comfort. "Your grief has clouded your...

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