The Wistful Voyage
The boy’s lungs had begun to fail in the spring, and now the cold silence in his room was thick enough to choke on. You, Elias Thorne, stood in the hallway, your hands trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, crushing weight of the years you had wasted. The great house clock, the one your grandfather had built and your father had maintained, stood silent in the foyer, its face a blank,...
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