The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream had the texture of wet slate. I was standing in a corridor that stretched longer than any building could hold, the floor slick with a dark, oily residue that smelled of ozone and old copper. At the far end, a single door stood ajar, leaking a light so pale it seemed to hurt the eyes. I knew I was not supposed to be there. I knew the air was too thin to breathe. And yet, my feet moved...

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