The Wistful Voyage

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The dream was always the same: a rusted compass spinning in a white void, its needle trembling before locking north. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the cold of the November air seeping through the single-pane glass of his apartment in Duluth. He was forty-two, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service, and for the last three years, he had been haunted by the...

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