The Faded Paradox
The dream begins with the sound of glass shattering, a high, thin shriek that cuts through the silence of your bedroom, and you wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, the residue of a nightmare you have already forgotten but whose weight remains, pressing down on your chest like a stone in a stream, while the first pale light of dawn filters through the heavy velvet curtains of the house...
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