The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 16:25:06 -

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet slate, a scent that clung to the back of the boy’s throat like a bitter pill. Twelve-year-old Silas Whitmore stood not in his bedroom, but on a balcony of polished obsidian, overlooking a city that defied the geometry of the waking world. The spires twisted upward like frozen smoke, and the sky was a bruised purple, heavy with stars that pulsed in...

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