The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The dream always begins with the weight of the silk. It is a heavy, suffocating drape, dark as a bruise, covering your face and your hands. You are standing in a room that does not exist in the waking world, a space of infinite, pale gray mist where the floor is made of polished bone. You know you are dreaming because the air tastes of static electricity and old copper. You are not a man of...

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