The Distant Affair
The dream began not with sound but with the viscosity of air, thick as syrup, filling the lungs of Elias Thorne, a man who had spent the last three decades cataloguing the silent, persistent decay of institutional memory in the basement archives of the Sterling Museum of Natural History. In the dream, the rows of glass cases stretched into an infinite horizon, each containing not birds or...
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