The Wistful Mountain

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The dream began with the smell of wet stone and ozone, a scent that Elara Vane had not encountered in waking life since the days before the Great Silence. She stood in a courtyard paved with tiles of obsidian and bone, under a sky that was not a sky but a vast, breathing membrane of pale, translucent flesh. It pulsed with a slow, rhythmic thrum, like a heartbeat heard from the other side of a...

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