The Faded Portrait

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The dream does not wake you so much as it slowly bleeds into the waking world, a viscous, indigo tide that soaks through the floorboards of your mind until you cannot tell where the stone ends and the sky begins, and there you stand, not in your own skin but in the roughspun wool of a pilgrim, clutching the jagged, cold shard of the stained glass window from the chapel of Saint Aldhelm in the...

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