The Faded Frontier

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Elias woke from a dream where the walls were breathing. They expanded and contracted. A slow, rhythmic heave of plaster and dust. He sat up. The bedframe groaned. He was in the library. It was not day. It was not night. The light came from everywhere and nowhere. A pale, milky haze. It smelled of ozone and old paper. His notebook lay on the desk. It was thick. Bound in leather. The cover was...

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