The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was not a picture but a weight, a physical pressure against the center of my chest that had nothing to do with the stone floor beneath me and everything to do with the air I could not seem to pull into my lungs, thick with the scent of wet wool and old blood. I was standing in the Great Hall of the Palace of Whispers, though I knew with a cold, clarifying certainty that this was not...

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