The Faded Apartment

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The dream was not a story. It was a texture. It was the rough, gritty feeling of soot in the throat and the heavy, damp weight of wool against skin. Thomas woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, a trapped bird striking the cage of his chest. The room was dark, but not black. It was the gray-blue of early morning, the hour when the city held its breath. He lay still for a moment,...

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