The Faded Apartment
The dream had no sound, only a thick, suspended silence that pressed against Thomas’s eardrums like deep water. He stood in a room that was not a room, but a hollow space carved from the dark, where the air tasted of iron and old ash. In the center of this void sat a chair, and in the chair sat a figure draped in a coat of heavy, undyed wool. The figure did not move. It did not breathe. It was...
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