The Wistful Letter

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The dream did not begin with a whisper or a shadow, but with the sudden, violent intrusion of a scent: the heavy, cloying perfume of rotting lilies and old iron, a fragrance that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a physical weight. He stood not in his waking study, with its leather-bound volumes and the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun, but in the nave of a cathedral that...

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