The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

She woke with the taste of copper on her tongue. The dream had been a schematic, a blueprint of a house that did not exist. Walls of glass. No doors. Just light, blinding and absolute. Eleanor sat up. The sheets were damp. She looked at her hands. They were steady. They were always steady. That was the problem. The steadiness was a mechanism, a gear turning in a void. The city outside her...

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