The Wistful Voyage

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The fog did not roll in so much as it arrived, a sudden, absolute cessation of the city’s breath that swallowed the streetlamps and the cobblestones in a single, grey exhale. I stood at the edge of the Boundary, my theodolite trembling in my hands, watching the line of mist erase the gas lamps one by one until only the darkness remained. My brother, Thomas, had vanished into this same silence...

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