The Wistful Voyage

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The ink is wet, Clara, and it smells of you. Do you hear me? The pen is scratching against the parchment, a dry, rasping sound that cuts through the silence of the Archive, and the scent is so thick it burns the back of my throat. It is not a metaphor. It is the lavender soap you used before the winter of ’91, preserved in the fibers of the paper, rising from the well of my inkpot with every...

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