The Wistful Incense
The dream began not with an image, but with a sensation of profound, clinical detachment, a sterile white silence that pressed against the eardrums like deep water, and in that void, Elias Thorne, a man whose career had been constructed entirely of meticulous actuarial tables and the cold, unyielding logic of risk assessment, found himself standing in a room that was not a room but a vast,...
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