The Faded Paradox
The dream began with the weight of the antler, a single, jagged spike of bone that had grown through the skin of the world. Marcus held it in his left hand, the flesh of the creature long since rotted away, leaving only the pale, calcified architecture of its head. It was heavy, impossibly dense, and it smelled of wet earth and old copper. In the dream, he was standing in the center of the...
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