The Faded Photograph

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The dream was always the same, a grey and shifting water that rose around Elias’s waist, cold and indifferent. He stood in the center of the room, the water lapping at his trousers, and he held the blue silk scarf in his hands. It was not wet. It was dry, impossibly so, against the damp chill of the dream. He looked down at his own hands, pale and thin, and the scarf looked back. He woke in his...

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