The Faded Photograph

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The tower rose from the mist like a broken tooth, jagged and white against the bruised sky. In his dream, Elias stood at the base of the stone, his hands slick with condensation, feeling the cold seep through his woolen gloves. He was not alone. The air hummed with a frequency that vibrated in his molars, a low, thrumming drone that sounded like a cello string being pulled too tight. Above him,...

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