The Wistful Incense

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The dream began, as it always did for Elias Thorne, not with a sound, but with a weight. It was the specific, crushing gravity of a wool uniform soaked in rain, pressing against his lungs until he could barely draw breath. He stood in a corridor that stretched into an infinite, foggy gray, the floor slick with a substance that smelled of ozone and old copper. This was the Threshold, the place...

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