The Wistful Skyline
The dream began with the sound of glass shattering, a crisp, violent crack that echoed through the empty lecture hall, though no windows had been broken and the morning sun was merely warming the dust motes dancing in the still air. Dr. Elias Thorne woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the phantom scent of ozone and splintered pane hanging heavy in the smoky quiet of his study. He...
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