The Wistful Throne

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The dream was a static hiss, a gray void where the air tasted of copper and ozone. In it, there was no floor, only the endless, humming expanse of the server farm, stretching into a darkness that felt less like absence and more like a held breath. Elias stood at the center of it, his reflection fractured across a thousand cooling units, each one a cold, unblinking eye. He was not old in the...

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