The Wistful Voyage

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The low, resonant thrum of the steam pipes in the Blackwood Institute’s basement was not a sound so much as a pressure, a physical weight that Elias Thorne felt against the base of his skull every time he descended to the archive. It was October of 1912, and the air in the reading room tasted of damp paper and rusted iron, a scent that had begun to define his existence since he took the chair...

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