The Wistful Crossroads

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The dream was not of darkness, but of a precise, clinical white, a sterile void where the air tasted of ozone and old paper. In that liminal space, Elias Thorne stood before a loom that stretched from horizon to horizon, its threads not made of silk or wool, but of glowing, intricate text, scrolling and shifting in languages he had studied in university but never mastered. He was a man of the...

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