The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream began in a field of ash. It was not snow, though it fell with the same soft, silent weight. It was not dust, though it settled into the creases of Elias’s coat and turned his skin the color of old parchment. The sky above was a bruised purple, swollen with a silence that pressed against his eardrums. He stood alone in the vast, grey expanse, his boots sinking into the soft, powdery...

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