The Wistful Voyage

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The thread is thin, almost translucent, a strand of white silk pulled from the hem of a shroud that has long since rotted away, and I am holding it between my thumb and forefinger, trying to remember if I am angry or merely tired. It is March 14th, 1924, and the air in the dining room at Sterling’s estate smells of roasted pheasant and expensive cologne, the kind that clings to the back of the...

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