The Wistful Letter

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The dream was not a dream but a thick, viscous layer of silence that coated the inside of Elara’s skull, a heavy, suffocating blanket woven from the scent of rotting apples and the metallic tang of old blood, and in that suspended void she stood in the center of the Grand Hall of the Ashworth Institute, a place that had once been a stately manor but had been repurposed, through a series of...

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