The Faded Apartment
The dream did not fade; it settled into the marrow of Elias Thorne like a cold stone, heavy and undeniable. He woke in the apartment that had once been his father’s, a place of dust motes dancing in shafts of pale, indifferent light, but the air was thick with a presence that defied the geometry of the room. It was not a ghost, not in the way the world understood them, but a mirror made of...
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