The Wistful Voyage

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The iron key was cold, a heavy, rusted thing that felt less like metal and more like a shard of frozen time in Elias Thorne’s palm. He held it up to the grey light of the window, turning it slowly, watching the palsy in his fingers make the object shudder like a living insect. Outside, the soot-stained air of the city in 1924 hung thick and still, the smell of coal smoke and wet pavement...

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