The Wistful Voyage

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The light in the office was the color of old dishwater, yellow and stagnant, pooling in the corners of the room where the wallpaper had peeled away from the plaster to reveal the dark, damp brick beneath. I sat at the desk, my left hand resting on the cold mahogany, watching the veins beneath the skin throb with a rhythmic, sickly heat that had nothing to do with the fever I was told I was...

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