The Wistful Voyage
The chandelier above the faculty dining room was a fixture of such aggressive opulence that it seemed to vibrate with a low, electric hum, casting a light that turned the champagne in Elias Thorne’s glass into liquid gold. At forty-two, Elias stood at the periphery of the celebration for the department’s fiftieth anniversary, his spine rigid against the weight of the tuxedo he had not yet...
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