The Faded Portrait

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The dream began with the sound of a bone snapping, a clean, dry crack that echoed in the hollow of a chest that was not his own, a sensation so visceral and immediate that it woke him with a gasp, his heart hammering against the ribcage of a body that felt too large, too heavy, too old for the young face he had once known, the kind of waking that leaves you suspended between the architecture of...

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