The Faded Chronicle

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The dream had the consistency of wet plaster, heavy and gray, settling over Clara’s consciousness before the sun had fully cleared the jagged ridgeline of the Welsh hills. She was not in her bed in the damp, stone-walled cottage in Aberystwyth, but standing on a floor that seemed to be made of compressed silence, a surface that absorbed the sound of her breathing before it could echo. The air...

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