The Faded Portrait

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The dream is not of water, but of starch. It is a white, rigid architecture that binds your hands to your sides, a chemical prison that smells of lye and old cotton. You are standing in a kitchen that does not exist, the tiles beneath your feet slick with a condensation that feels like sweat, and you are trying to break free, but the fabric is woven into your skin, tightening as you breathe, a...

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