The Faded Apartment

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You do not remember waking, only the weight of the stone beneath your cheek. It is cold, gritty against the skin of your face, a sensation so immediate and sharp that it feels less like a dream and more like a wound being reopened. You are lying in a field of long, dry grass that sways with a rhythm you cannot quite name, a rhythm that seems to come from the earth itself rather than the wind....

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