The Wistful Voyage

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and rot. Elias Thorne, forty years old and trembling with a fever that had no name, wiped the condensation from the glass jar. Inside, the vine pulsed with a slow, rhythmic light, a pale green that seemed to drink the dimness of the room. He was not a man of action, but of words; a scholar of botany who had spent two decades translating dead languages in a...

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