The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream began with the smell of wet stone and iron. Elara stood in the Hall of Whispers. It was a vast, circular room. The ceiling vanished into shadow. The floor was black marble. It was polished to a mirror sheen. She wore the grey tunic of a Scribe. It was rough against her skin. It smelled of dust. She held a reed pen. The ink was black. It was thick. It moved like oil. Around her, the...

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