The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was not a dream, but a memory of the future, or perhaps a recollection of a past that had not yet occurred. It began with the smell of wet plaster and the distant, rhythmic thrum of machinery, a sound that vibrated in the teeth and settled into the marrow. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the great hall of the Imperial Academy, a place of such imposing grandeur that it seemed less...

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