The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-17 14:07:41 -

The dream began with the sound of a loom. It was not the clatter of a modern machine, but the slow, rhythmic thud of wood against wood. *Thud. Hiss. Thud.* The air smelled of damp wool and old stone. Elias stood in the center of a vast, circular hall. The ceiling was lost in shadow. The floor was polished marble, cold under his bare feet. He was wearing a tunic of roughspun grey. It felt heavy....

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