The Faded Apartment
The dream did not wake him; it merely changed the quality of the air. Elias Thorne found himself standing in the center of a room that was not a room, but a suspended architecture of glass and light, floating in a void of indigo silence. The floor was polished obsidian, reflecting his face with a clarity that felt invasive, stripping away the wrinkles, the grey at the temples, the heavy wear of...
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