The Wistful Mountain

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The dream began with the taste of iron and old rain. It was not a dream of sleep, for there was no bed, no ceiling, no safety of waking. It was a waking that had forgotten how to end. Caelen stood in the center of the Great Atrium of the City of Glass, a place that had no name in the old tongue, only a resonance in the bones. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and crushed...

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