The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was always the same, a flat expanse of grey that stretched from the floor of his consciousness to the ceiling of his mind, devoid of horizon, devoid of depth, a static field of muted light that pressed against the back of his eyes like a physical weight. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of chalk dust in his mouth, the residual flavor of a world where nothing moved and nothing changed,...

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