The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The dream had no doors. Elias stood in the white hall. It stretched out before him, infinite and sterile, smelling of ozone and old paper. He was not alone. A woman stood by the window. Her face was blurred, a smudge of gray against the bright glass. She was his mother. Or she was the memory of his mother. It did not matter. In the dream, distinction was a luxury he could not afford. He woke...

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