The Distant Joke
The dream began not with a sight but with a weight, a dense,铅-colored gravity that settled upon the shoulders of Elias Vane as he lay suspended in the dark, the air in the chamber thick with the metallic tang of old coins and the humid breath of the city’s sewers. He was not asleep, or rather, he was not awake in the way the world understood consciousness, for he stood simultaneously in the...
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