The Pale Shadows
The dream began not with a sound, but with the sensation of weight, a crushing and absolute gravity that pressed against the sternum of Colonel Elias Thorne as if the air itself had solidified into a dense, grey sludge that refused to yield to the rhythm of his breath. He stood in a room that defied the geometry of his waking life, a space where the walls breathed with a slow, tidal expansion...
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