The Faded Portrait

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The dream began with the smell of hot wax and the weight of a needle, a sensation so vivid it felt less like memory and more like a physical wound reopening in the center of the chest. Thomas Bradshaw stood in a room that did not exist, a place where the shadows were thick as wool and the air tasted of copper. In his hands, he held a spool of thread that was blacker than night, and it was...

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