The Wistful Throne

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The dream began with the smell of wet iron and ozone, a scent that clung to the back of Thomas Whitmore’s throat like a physical weight. He was standing in the center of a vast, circular room, the walls lined with blackened brick that wept condensation in the cold, dry air. There was no sky above, only a low ceiling of tangled copper pipes and exposed beams, humming with a low, electric thrum...

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