The Wistful Voyage
Elias’s hand trembled over the spine of the Whispering Ledger, the leather cold and slick under his fingertips like a dead fish. He was thirty-two, an archivist with tenure pending, and the only thing standing between him and a secure future was the quiet, persistent threat of Director Halloway. The library was a fortress of silence, a concrete box in the center of the city where dust motes...
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