The Faded Chronicle

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I dreamed of a wall that breathed, a vast, pulsating membrane of wet clay that separated the living from the dead, and I knew with a cold, surgical certainty that I was the thing pressing against it from the inside, my hands slick with the sweat of my own failure. When I woke, the air in the bedroom was stale, tasting of old copper and the faint, lingering scent of the tobacco I had tried to...

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