The Faded Apartment
I woke with the taste of iron and damp earth on my tongue, the lingering echo of a dream where the walls of our apartment breathed in with me, expanding until the plaster cracked and the roots of an ancient oak, black and gnarled like the veins of a dying god, pierced through the floorboards to grip my ankles, pulling me down into the dark, cold loam where the silence was not empty but heavy, a...
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