The Faded Road
In the dream, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed lavender. Julian stood in the center of the conservatory, his shoes sinking slightly into the soil that had somehow replaced the flagstones. He was not afraid. He felt only a profound, aching clarity, as if the fog that had settled over his mind for decades had finally burned away, leaving the landscape of his life stark...
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