The Faded Portrait

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I woke from a dream where the walls were breathing, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction that felt less like architecture and more like the lungs of a dying god. I lay there for a long time, listening to the silence that had settled into the corners of the room, a silence so thick it seemed to have weight, pressing against my eardrums with a dull, persistent ache. The light filtering...

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