The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream was not of flight, but of weight. It was a grey, suffocating fog that clung to the skin like wet wool. In it, Thomas saw his own body, but it was wrong. The bones were too thin, the joints swollen with a dark, viscous fluid that leaked from the pores. He was standing in the hallway of the house, the one with the peeling yellow wallpaper and the floorboards that groaned under the...

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