The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream began, as it always did, with the taste of wet ash and the heavy, suffocating weight of a wool blanket. Elias woke not to the sound of birds or the creak of the ancient oak frame, but to a silence so profound it seemed to have texture, a thick, gray fog that had seeped through the cracks of his windowpane. He lay still, his heart hammering a frantic, arrhythmic beat against his ribs,...

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