The Faded Portrait

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In the dream, you are standing in the town square of Oakhaven, but the ground is not stone or dirt; it is a mosaic of thousands of small, broken teeth, each one polished to a dull, milky white by centuries of friction. The air tastes of copper and old dust, a flavor that settles in the back of your throat like a secret you have forgotten how to keep. You are the town’s scholar, a man who has...

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