The Golden Circuit
The dream came to Commander Silas Thorne not as a vision, but as a weight, a physical crushing of the chest that forced him to gasp for air in the damp, candlelit silence of his quarters. He lay rigid on the narrow cot, the wool blankets tangled around his legs, while the phantom sensation of a shattered object lingered against his skin. It was not merely a dream of breakage, but a memory of a...
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