The Faded Portrait

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You dream of the weight of stone. It is not a cold weight, but a living thing, warm and yielding as bread, pressing against your chest until your ribs creak. In the dream, you are not alone. You are standing in the nave of a cathedral that has no name, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old rain. Around you, the shadows are not empty; they are filled with faces, hundreds of them, eyes...

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