The Faded Alibi
In the dream, the house was breathing, a slow and rhythmic expansion of the plaster walls that pushed outward against the weight of the silence, and Elias stood in the center of the hallway with his hands pressed flat against the cold surface, feeling the subcutaneous pulse of the drywall throb beneath his palms like the heartbeat of a dying god, while the air around him grew thick with the...
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