The Wistful Voyage

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The dream began with the smell of wet slate and old iron, a scent so thick it tasted of copper on the back of Eamon’s tongue. He was standing in the nave of a cathedral that did not exist on any map he had ever studied, a place where the light did not come from the windows but seemed to bleed out of the stone itself, a pale, arterial glow. This was the Hollow, a ruin that had swallowed half a...

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