The Wistful Silence

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The dream is always the same. You are standing in a library with no books, only shelves of empty space, and the air tastes of dust and old paper. You reach for a spine, but your fingers pass through the air, grasping nothing. You wake in the narrow cot behind your desk, the fluorescent light buzzing a low, persistent note that vibrates in your teeth. It is four in the morning. You are Elias,...

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