The Wistful Incense

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The dream was always the same: a room of green glass, the air thick with the scent of damp chalk and ozone, and Elara standing at the center, her mouth moving in the cadence of a dead general. She did not speak his name; she spoke in commands, in the clipped, authoritative vowels of men who had ordered boys to die for lines drawn on maps. Thomas Bradshaw woke with the taste of copper on his...

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