The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was always the same, a static field of gray pixels where the air tasted of copper and burnt ozone. In this spectral void, Elias saw her, not as the woman in the bed beside him, but as a geometric impossibility, a knot of light that defied the laws of physics he had spent his career studying. He woke with the sensation of a physical severance, a clean cut across the bridge of his nose...

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