The Faded Apartment

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The dream always began with the smell of wet earth and the sound of a single, heavy drop falling onto a stone, a rhythm that Maren had memorized in her sleep, a cadence that felt less like a sound and more like a warning, a vibration that traveled up through the soles of her bare feet and settled in the marrow of her bones where it hummed with a low, persistent grief that she could not name but...

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