The Wistful Voyage

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The dream was always the same: a clock face, white as bone, shattering into a thousand silent shards that fell like snow, each fragment holding a different memory of Elias Thorne’s childhood. He woke in the damp chill of his apartment above the bakery in Oakhaven, the fog already pressing its grey face against the single window. Elias was thirty-four, a clerk of modest ambition and rigid...

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