The Distant Metropolis

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The dream began not with a sound, but with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, a scent so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing against Elias Thorne’s chest. He stood in a field that did not exist, a vast expanse of golden wheat that rippled under a sky the color of bruised plums. In the center of this impossible landscape stood a single oak tree, ancient and gnarled, its roots...

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