The Faded Portrait

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The dream always began with the bees. They were not the small, frantic things of the hedgerows, but vast, amber-eyed druids in suits of black velvet, buzzing with a sound like distant thunder. They did not sting. They simply watched. Gerald woke with the taste of wax on his tongue, a metallic sweetness that coated his teeth. He lay still in the narrow bed of his cottage, the air thick with the...

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