The Wistful Voyage

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The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A single, iron shriek that tore the throat of the morning sky. I woke with blood in my mouth. The room shook. Dust rained from the beams. I stood. My legs felt like wet wood. Outside, the world was burning. Not fire. Light. A white, blinding light that ate the shadows. "Get up, Thomas," a voice said. It was old. Rough. Like stones grinding...

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