The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-18 13:09:10 -

The dream always begins with the ink. It is black. Not just dark, but a void that swallows the light. I am standing in a room made of glass and steel, but the floor is wet with this substance. It is thick. It is cold. It smells of iron and old paper. I am seven years old. I am wearing a suit that is too big. The sleeves hang past my fingers. I hold a pen. It is a fountain pen. The nib is gold....

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