The Faded Dust
The dream began with the smell of wet earth and the sound of a hinge screaming in the wind, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the silence of the university library where Professor Arthur Vane sat hunched over a stack of monographs on local ecology. He woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the phantom scent of damp soil clinging to the backs of his eyes, though the room was dry...
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