The Distant Whispers

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The dream was not a vision but a simulation, a high-fidelity rendering of a city that had ceased to exist three years prior, constructed from the residual data of a drone strike that had leveled the district of St. James’ Square. In the dream, the rain was not water but static, a hissing white noise that coated the lungs and settled in the alveoli like fine silt. Julian Vane stood in the center...

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