The Wistful Asylum

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The dream began not with light, but with the smell of wet stone and ozone, a scent that clung to the back of Elara’s throat like a secret she could not swallow. She stood on a balcony of white marble, high above a valley of mist that had no bottom, no edges, only a soft, humming void. Below her, the palace sprawled in impossible geometry, its spires piercing the gray sky like needles pinning a...

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