The Faded Portrait
The dream was not a sequence of events but a state of being, a viscous, eternal twilight where the boundaries between the self and the air had dissolved, leaving behind only the sensation of wearing a coat that was too heavy, too worn, and too much a part of the skin to be considered an object separate from the man who bore it. Colonel Julian Thorne stood in the center of a hall that did not...
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