The Faded Paradox
The dream was a house of glass. Tom stood in the center. The floor was checkered. Black and white. Sharp. Clean. The walls were thin. He could see the woods beyond. The woods were dark. The woods were waiting. He turned. There was a door. It was red. He walked toward it. His feet did not make a sound. The glass hummed. A low note. A warning. The air was cold. It bit his cheeks. It stung his...
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