The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream began not with sight, but with the heavy, wet weight of water pressing against the inside of my skull, a tidal force that defied the dry, sterile geometry of the office I occupied in waking life. I was standing in a corridor that stretched infinitely, the floor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected my own distorted, elongated silhouette back at me. The walls were lined with...

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