The Distant Ghost
The city did not sleep so much as it held its breath, a vast, suspended exhalation of glass and steel that caught the pale, indifferent light of the pre-dawn. Elara Vance stood at the edge of her memory, not in the bedroom with its peeling wallpaper and the faint, sour scent of old books, but in a corridor of white light that stretched into an infinity she could not fathom. It was a dream...
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