The Wistful Crossroads

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The dream did not arrive with the softness of sleep or the gentle surrender of fatigue, but rather with the violent, metallic taste of ozone and the crushing weight of a sky that was not quite black, but a bruised, shifting violet that seemed to pulse in time with the beating of a heart not his own. Elara stood in the center of the Thornwood, a forest that existed in the liminal space between...

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