The Wistful Crossroads

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The dream began not with light, but with the scent of wet iron and crushed lavender, a thick, cloying aroma that seemed to possess weight, pressing against the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood in the middle of a street that did not exist in any map of the waking world. Here, in this liminal space where the gaslights flickered with an erratic, dying pulse and the fog rolled in from the...

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