The Faded Quadrant

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The dream had no edges, only a persistent, humming pressure behind Elias Thorne’s eyes, a sensation like the air before a storm breaks in the valley. He lay suspended in a void that smelled of wet slate and old ink, drifting through a landscape that was not quite solid, where the boundaries of things blurred into one another with a terrifying, fluid grace. In this liminal space, he held the...

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