The Wistful Letter

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of scorched bone and the taste of copper on the back of the tongue. Elara stood in the center of the Great Hall, a space so vast that the light from the high windows seemed to die in the upper rafters before it reached the flagstones. She was holding a crystal phial, no larger than a swallow’s egg, filled with a liquid that shifted between the...

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