The Labyrinth of Dimensions (V-07)
The House of Thorne did not exist in any single place. It was a sprawling, non-Euclidean nightmare of mahogany corridors and velvet curtains that spanned twelve dying dimensions. In some rooms, gravity worked in reverse; in others, time flowed like thick syrup, and the walls bled a slow, iridescent ink. Julian was a tenant of the House. Once a celebrated physicist, he had been cast out of the...
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