The Distant Whispers

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The dream begins with the smell of wet chalk and old paper, a scent that belongs to a world you have long left behind, yet it clings to your nostrils like a persistent ghost. You are standing in the vast, echoing atrium of the University of St. Jude’s, but the architecture is wrong, the stones breathing with a slow, rhythmic pulse that seems to synchronize with your own heartbeat. You are not a...

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