The Faded Photograph

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The dream has the texture of wet wool. You are standing in a corridor that stretches into a darkness so profound it feels solid, a wall of ink against which your own breathing is the only sound. The floor is made of cold stone, worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, and beneath your feet, you can feel the faint, rhythmic pulse of something living. It is not a heartbeat, not exactly, but a...

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