The Pale Protocol
The dream was not a place but a sensation, a persistent and grinding friction that began in the marrow of the bone and radiated outward until it seemed the very air was filled with the fine, white dust of ground teeth, and Thomas Bradshaw, who had spent the better part of forty years shaping the wood of other men’s lives into chairs that would outlast the hands that made them, woke in the blue,...
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