The Wistful Voyage

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The envelope on the desk was thick, cream-colored, and smelled of the stale coffee that had gone cold in the mug beside it. Elias Thorne stared at the seal, his hands resting flat on the mahogany surface, feeling the grain of the wood under his palms as if it were the only solid thing left in the world. He was forty-two, with a bad knee and a pension that was supposed to start in six months, a...

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