The Wistful Voyage

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The count was always the same. Twenty-four crates on the left, thirty-two on the right, and the weight of the silence between them. You counted them in your head, a dry, clicking rhythm that matched the ticking of the office clock, until the numbers blurred into a single, heavy gray smear. You were Elias Thorne, forty-five years old, with twenty years of service etched into the lines of your...

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