The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The dream began not with a sound, but with the smell of wet wool and ozone, a scent that had no place in the sterile, climate-controlled air of the auction house on the fifty-third floor. Julian Thorne stood in a field of gray mist, the grass beneath his feet soft and yielding, yet his feet were bare and cold. In his hands, he held a mirror. It was not a vanity object, framed in gilt or silver,...

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