The Faded Frontier
The dream began not with a sound but with the sensation of weight, a crushing, wet pressure against the left side of my chest that felt less like a burden and more like a second, heavier body pressing itself into the hollows of my ribs, stealing the air from my lungs in slow, viscous gulps as I lay suspended in a darkness that had texture, thick and grey as wet slate, where the boundaries...
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