The Faded Apartment
You begin in a dream where the air is thick with the scent of wet chalk and old paper, a smell that has haunted the corridors of the Department for years, long after the scandal broke and the files were burned, or so the public was led to believe. In this waking sleep, you are not a man but a thing of roots and bark, a towering oak standing in the center of a city square that does not exist,...
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