The Wistful Voyage

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The eviction notice lay on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of cheap iron gall. Three days. That was all Mr. Halloway gave me before I was to be thrown out into the damp November air of Oakhaven. I read the date twice, the numbers blurring in my vision. Thirty-two years old, and I was being erased by a landlord with a ledger and a key. Outside, the town hummed its low, industrial drone,...

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