The Wistful Voyage

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The bellman’s key was brass, tarnished to the color of old bruises, and it fit into the lock of Room 402 with a sound like a small bone cracking. I stood in the hallway, my shadow long and thin against the peeling wallpaper, and watched the door swing open. Inside, the air smelled of beeswax and stale tobacco, a scent that had permeated the fibers of the carpet, the drape of the curtains, and...

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