The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that clung to the back of Aldous’s throat like a physical weight. He was standing in the center of the Great Hall of Blackwood Manor, a place that existed simultaneously in the twelfth century and in the foggy, rain-slicked streets of modern Edinburgh, a temporal overlap that only his...

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