The Faded Chronicle

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I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, a metallic tang that coated my tongue and lingered long after I had rinsed it away. The dream had been a loop of glass corridors, white and sterile, where my reflection walked slightly behind me, keeping pace but never catching up. I was in the penthouse now, the city sprawling below the floor-to-ceiling windows like a circuit board of light. It was...

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