The Wistful Skyline

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The dream always begins with the smell of wet ash, a scent that clings to the back of the throat like the memory of a fire that never happened, and I am standing in the vast, windowless hall of the Ministry of Records, where the air is so still it feels like breathing underwater, and the shelves stretch up into a darkness that swallows the light of my desk lamp. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two...

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