The Wistful Skyline

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The dream began not with a sound, but with a scent, the thick, cloying perfume of dried lavender and old parchment that seemed to hang in the air like a tangible fog, pressing against the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he lay suspended in the dark, his mind a labyrinth of half-remembered equations and the fading warmth of a hand that was no longer there. He was in the library, or what passed...

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