The Wistful Crossroads

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The dream did not begin with a scene, but with a sensation of weight, a profound and crushing gravity that seemed to emanate from the marrow of the earth itself, pulling the consciousness of Elias Vane downward into a darkness that smelled of wet wool, old iron, and the sweet, cloying rot of overripe plums, a darkness that was not merely the absence of light but a tangible substance, a thick,...

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