The Pale Shadows
The dream began not with light, but with the sensation of weight being lifted from the shoulders of the world, a strange and hollow buoyancy that suggested the earth itself had forgotten how to hold its soil together. In this suspended realm, where the sky was a bruised violet and the air tasted of ozone and old copper, Thomas Bradshaw walked upon a surface that was not quite stone but...
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