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The dream began not with a sound, but with a texture, a roughness against the skin that felt like dried blood and old wool. Caelum lay in the center of the great hall of the Blackwood estate, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and burning tallow. He was not alone, though he could not see the others immediately; their presence was a weight, a pressure on his temples, a collective silence...
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