The Wistful Crossroads

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The dream began not with a sound, but with the sensation of weightlessness, a void where the floor of the world had simply ceased to exist. Elias stood in the center of the atrium, the air thick with the scent of ozone and crushed lavender, his hands empty, his heart hammering a frantic, bird-like rhythm against his ribs. Above him, the ceiling was not glass, nor steel, nor any material he...

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