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The dream began not with a sound, but with a weight, a specific and crushing density that pressed against the back of Elias’s neck, a physical manifestation of the centuries he had been carrying since the first frost of his non-life, and he woke in the sterile, blue-lit silence of the White House medical wing to find his hands trembling so violently that the small, obsidian sphere he had been...
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