The Distant Blade
The dream always began with the sound of ice cracking, a sharp, crystalline fracture that echoed through a silence so vast it felt like the inside of a lung. In the vision, Elias stood in a field of white birches, the bark peeling like dead skin, and his brother, Julian, reached out a hand that was not quite flesh but a translucent, blue-tinged thing, as if he had been preserved in formaldehyde...
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