The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

You dream of the door. It is not a grand portal of oak or iron, but a narrow, white-painted frame in a damp alleyway. The paint is peeling, revealing the grey wood beneath, like skin sloughing off a feverish limb. You know you have walked past this door a thousand times in the waking world, yet in the dream, it is the only thing that exists. The air smells of wet ash and old paper. You reach...

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