The Distant Ghost
The dream began not with light but with the scent of rotting cedar, a thick, sweet exhalation that seemed to rise from the bones of the earth itself, and in that suffocating darkness, Elias Thorne did not see a forest but felt the slow, grinding compression of a tree trunk collapsing under the weight of centuries, a physical sensation that traveled up his spine and settled behind his eyes like...
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