The Wistful Skyline

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The dream came to me not as a vision of light, but as a weight, a heavy, suffocating blanket of grey wool that I could feel pressing down upon my chest even as I lay in the damp, stone-lined cell of the abbey, where the air tasted of wet moss and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. I was a prisoner of my own making, or so I had told myself for the last three winters, for I had sought this...

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