The Faded Apartment

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The dream was not of sleep, but of a house that breathed. Miles Thorne stood in the center of a room that should not have existed, a space suspended in the grey ether between waking and the void, where the walls were not plaster but a translucent membrane of fog that rippled with the faint, rhythmic pulse of a heartbeat. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and wet earth, a...

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