The Wistful Throne

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The dream began with the sound of chalk snapping against slate, a sharp, white fracture that echoed in a silence so profound it felt heavy, like wet wool pressed against the ears. Elias Thorne stood in a lecture hall that stretched into an infinite, gray fog, the desks arranged in rows that receded into a vanishing point where the light died. He was holding a piece of chalk, but it was warm to...

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