The Wistful Voyage

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Do you remember the sound a wall makes when it is tired? I do. It is not a creak. It is a low, wet friction, like a tongue dragging against dry plaster. I heard it first in the study of old Monsieur Delacroix, the house that smelled of camphor and dead men. I was thirty years old, a clerk for the logging firm, and I was holding a silver watch in my hands. It was for Elise. My wife. We had been...

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