The Faded Apartment

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The dream was always the same, a recurring fracture in the fabric of my sleep where I stood in a room of black glass, watching my own hands turn to ash. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the phantom sensation of shattering glass still clinging to my fingertips, and knew that another day of transcribing the Mirror Codex lay ahead. I am Elias, twenty-two, a scribe in the crumbling...

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