The Faded Portrait
The dream began not with a sound, but with a pressure, a heavy, wet silence that pressed against the eardrums like deep water, and within that silence, Professor Arthur Penhaligon woke to find that the air in his study was thick with the smell of ozone and old dust, the two scents mingling in a way that suggested both a recent electrical storm and a century of undisturbed decay, and he realized...
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