The Wistful Voyage
Thorne, you are interrupting the proceedings." The voice of Dean Halloway cut through the humid, stale air of the administration office, sharp as a scalpel drawn across skin. You, Elias Thorne, stood in the center of the room, your tie loosened, your hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, electric voltage of the argument that had consumed the last hour. The clock on the wall ticked...
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