The Wistful Mirror
The dream begins with the smell of coal dust and ozone, a thick, metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and settles deep into the pores of your skin, and you are standing in a room that is not a room but a throat, a vast, cylindrical chamber of riveted iron and stained glass where the air hums with a low, persistent vibration that you feel in your teeth before you hear it with your...
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