The Wistful Voyage

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The brick was cold in my palm, its surface pitted with the damp rot of ten years, and I turned it over to check for cracks, feeling the grit of the mortar grind against my skin. I am Elias Thorne, and I am forty years old, a structural engineer who has spent the last decade refusing to leave the east wing of the Thorne estate. It is October 12, 1998, and the air in the hallway is thick with the...

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