The Wistful Crossroads

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The dream had no ceiling. It was a void of static grey, punctuated by the rhythmic, heavy thud of a heartbeat that did not belong to him. In that suspended silence, Elias Vane saw the wall. It was not stone, but flesh, pale and breathing, stretching across the infinite dark. He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the taste of old blood and rusted hinges. He sat up in the straw pallet. The...

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