The Faded Apartment

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The dream began not with a sound, but with a sensation of weight, a heavy, damp pressure against the left shoulder that Elara Vance felt even in the silence of her sleeping mind. It was the weight of a wool cloak, thick and black, the kind her father had worn in the final years before the fever took him. In the dream, the cloak was not on his back, but on hers, and the fabric had grown into the...

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