The Wistful Voyage

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The Board’s decision was final, Mr. Thorne. You are dismissed. I stood in the corridor of the Civic Hall, the smell of floor wax and old dust hanging heavy in the air. The clerk had not looked up from his ledger when he spoke. I adjusted my coat, the wool stiff with damp, and walked out into the November gray. My hands were trembling, a fine vibration that started in the knuckles and worked its...

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