The Wistful Voyage

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"Elara." The name hung in the air of the consulting room, suspended between the smell of industrial lemon cleaner and the stale, metallic tang of fear that Elara knew well. It was not a summons, but a command, delivered by Dr. Thorne with the flat, unyielding cadence of a man reading a prescription. He sat behind a desk that seemed to shrink him, his white coat buttoned to the throat, his hands...

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