The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The dream was not of fire, nor of the cold, but of ink. It was a thick, black tide that swallowed the floorboards of the library, rising in slow, viscous waves that lapped against the base of the towering shelves where the great tomes of the old world lay bound in cracked leather. In the dream, Elias Thorne stood at the center of this deluge, his hands submerged to the wrist in the liquid...

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