The Wistful Voyage

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The crystal flute slipped from Elias Thorne’s fingers, shattering against the polished obsidian floor of the Federal Courthouse atrium. The sound was a sharp, brittle crack, instantly swallowed by the Hum. It was a low-frequency vibration, barely perceptible to the untrained ear, but Elias felt it in the marrow of his bones, a persistent thrumming that had grown louder over the last decade. He...

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