The Faded Dust
The dream did not arrive like a tide, gentle and predictable, but rather as a sudden, violent tearing of the fabric of reality, a rupture in the membrane between the conscious mind and the dark, churning depths of the subconscious where the true architecture of his life was suspended in a state of perpetual, agonizing stasis. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of a vast, circular...
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