The Faded Portrait

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The dream began not with sound, but with the sensation of weight, a heavy, leaden pressure settling onto the shoulders of Captain Elias Thorne, who found himself standing in the center of a room that had no doors, only walls of rough-hewn stone that seemed to breathe in the stagnant air. He was wearing his dress uniform, the brass buttons polished to a mirror shine, yet his hands felt numb,...

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