The Wistful Voyage

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The clock on the wall ticked. It was a heavy, wooden thing, black and scarred. It sat in the corner of the office. The room smelled of dust and old paper. Arthur stood before the desk. He wore a gray suit. It was slightly too large. His shoulders slumped. He held a small brass key in his hand. The key was cold. It felt like ice. He turned it over. The metal was smooth. He had found it in the...

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