The Faded Photograph

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The glass house breathed. It was not a structure of fixed panes and steel, but a living lung of translucent silica that expanded and contracted with a rhythm slower than a heartbeat, filling the dreamscape with a cold, sterile air that tasted of ozone and rust. Elias Thorne woke with the taste still on his tongue, his body heavy with the residual weight of the vision, while the rain lashed...

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