The Pale Altar
The dream begins not with light, but with the precise, clinical hum of the ventilation system in the sub-basement of the Royal Conservatory of Arts and Sciences, a sound so low it is felt in the marrow of the femur before it is registered by the auditory cortex, a constant white noise that suggests a world that has been engineered to exclude the chaos of nature, to replace the erratic wind with...
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