The Wistful Voyage

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The fog did not drift; it pressed. It lay against the glass of Elias Thorne’s study window like a living thing, thick and white and utterly indifferent to the cold November air outside. Elias stood before his drafting table, his hands trembling not from the chill, but from the precise, rhythmic failure of his motor nerves. He was fifty-two, a cartographer of the Veil, a title that had once...

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