The Faded Apartment
The dream began with the sound of porcelain shattering against the wet cobblestones of a street that did not exist, a sound so sharp and brittle that it cut through the silence of the night like a blade through silk. Thomas Bradshaw woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the phantom echo still ringing in his ears, the taste of copper and old dust lingering on his tongue. He was lying...
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