The Pale Shadows
The dream was not a sequence of events but a sustained, high-pitched vibration that sat behind Maren’s left eye, a hum of static so loud it drowned out the sound of her own breathing until she woke with the taste of copper on her tongue and the specific, crushing weight of a ceramic shard buried in the callus of her right palm. She did not scream, nor did she gasp; she simply lay still in the...
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