The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was always the same, a looping tapestry of green and gold that Elias Thorne could not wake from, only pause. In the slumber, he stood in the center of the village square, the cobblestones warm beneath his bare feet, and the air tasted of rain and old stone. Around him, the trees did not merely grow; they watched. Their leaves were not green but a translucent, pulsing amber, vibrating...

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