The Wistful Voyage
The letter sat on the desk, its edges soft from handling, the ink faded to a brownish gray that matched the dust in the corner of the room. Elias Thorne read it for the third time, his thumb smoothing the crease where the paper had been folded, a habit he had developed during the long, silent years of grading papers for the Imperial Academy. It was a notification from the Director’s office,...
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