The Faded Portrait

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The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet stone. It was a sharp, metallic scent that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat, a taste he knew well from the trenches and the hospital wards of the capital. In the dream, he stood in a corridor of black basalt, the air thick with a silence so heavy it pressed against his eardrums like deep water. His armor, a suit of articulated steel and...

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