The Wistful Skyline

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of ozone and wet stone, a scent that hung heavy in the air of the Hall of Echoes, a place that existed in the negative space between my duty and my sanity. I stood at the foot of the grand marble staircase, my uniform pressed tight against my chest, the fabric stiff with the weight of a protocol I could no longer fully comprehend. Above me, the...

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