The Distant Promise

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You dream of the smell before you wake. It is the scent of dried lavender and iron, heavy in the air, thick as a fog that refuses to lift. You are in the Hall of Records. The stone is cold against your spine. You do not know how you arrived, only that you have always been here, and always will be. The light comes from nowhere, a pale, spectral gray that turns the dust motes into suspended...

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