The Wistful Skyline

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The dream was always the same, a recurring fracture in the mind’s eye where a great oak, its bark peeling in long, dry strips, split down the center with a sound like a gunshot, leaving two hollow husks that stood separate in the grey mist. Arthur Vane woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the taste of iron still clinging to the back of his throat, and he sat up in the narrow bed of...

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