The Faded Portrait

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He dreamed of the wire. It stretched across the black void, taut and humming with a frequency that vibrated in his teeth. Not steel. Something older. Something woven from the static of dead satellites and the silence of deep trenches. He pulled at it. His gloves tore. The wire did not break. It sang a low, mournful note. Thomas woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. The room was a cube of...

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