The Wistful Voyage

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The rain against the window of Room 304 was not a sound but a texture, a relentless, gritty friction that Elias Ashworth felt in the bones of his left hand, the same hand that had once held the chalk with such precision that the dust seemed to hover in the air around his knuckles before settling. He was sixty-two, though the years had compressed him into a space smaller than his body, a retired...

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