The Faded Quadrant

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The dream was a long, slow unraveling of blue thread, a fabric that had once been taut and bright but was now fraying at the edges, dissolving into a gray mist that smelled of ozone and old paper. I was standing in a room that was not quite a room, a suspended void where the walls were made of shifting clock faces, their hands spinning with a frantic, silent urgency, marking seconds that did...

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