The Faded Portrait

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The storm did not break. It simply dissolved, leaving us in a silence that had weight. I stood in the center of the library, a room that no longer existed in the waking world. The shelves stretched up into a darkness that felt less like shadow and more like a deep, bruised night. Dust motes hung suspended, freezing time in their slow, erratic drift. I was still wearing my tweed jacket. The wool...

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