The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 20:58:03 -

I woke in a dream that had no end, only a beginning that stretched back into a fog so thick it tasted of iron and wet stone. I was standing in the atrium of a building that did not appear on any map, a place of high, vaulted ceilings and walls that seemed to breathe with a slow, rhythmic heave. The light was not sunlight but a pale, sickly luminescence that seeped from the floor itself, casting...

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