The Faded Photograph

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The dream was always the same, a looping reel of static and sugar. It began with the taste of licorice, black and intense, coating the back of Elias Thorne’s tongue, followed by the shattering sound of a plate hitting the kitchen floor. In the dream, he was holding the plate, his hands trembling, the ceramic rim biting into his palms. The plate was not just a plate; it was a mirror, a thin,...

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