The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-20 08:00:32 -

I woke with the taste of copper and rain on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like a wet sheet that would not dry. In the vision, the city was not the grey, glass-and-steel expanse of Chicago that I knew, but a place of marble corridors and high, vaulted ceilings where the light fell in shafts of dust and gold. I was standing before a door of dark oak, and on the other side, I could...

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