The Faded Chronicle

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The dream was a house made of glass. It stood in the center of a field of white ash. The windows were thin. The walls were thin. Inside, the light did not come from the sun. It came from the air itself. It hummed. It tasted of copper. Elias woke with the taste still on his tongue. He sat up. The sheets were damp. The room was dark. Outside, the city slept. It was a modern city. Concrete and...

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