The Wistful Skyline

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The dream began with the smell of wet wool and the heavy, copper taste of blood in the mouth. I was standing in the center of the great hall of the Guild of Weavers, a place that did not exist in the waking world but felt more solid than the stone streets of London. The air was thick, saturated with the scent of lanolin and old dust, and the silence was so profound it hummed against my...

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