The Faded Apartment
The fire started in the basement of the faculty club, a small, dry flare that smelled of old wool and electrical insulation, but it did not consume the building; instead, it acted as a catalyst, a thermal lens that focused the air around Dr. Arthur Penhaligon until the reality of the university quadrangle bent, warped, and dissolved into a shimmering, translucent haze where the laws of...
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