The Faded Photograph
The dream began not with light, but with the sensation of weight, a crushing, gravitational pull that anchored Elara to the floor of the chapel where she had spent the last three decades of her life. In her vision, she was not the head archivist, nor was she the woman who had recently been stripped of her authority by the Board of Trustees, but a fragment of stone itself, a piece of the altar...
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