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The dream was not a dream but a fever, a thick and suffocating weight that pressed against the back of my eyelids until the world outside the window of my mind was nothing but a smear of gray light and the distant, rhythmic thumping of a drum that seemed to originate from inside my own sternum. I lay in the narrow bed in the tower room, the stone beneath me cold and unyielding, listening to the...
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