The Faded Apartment

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The dream is always the same, a viscous black tide rising from the bottom of a deep, dry well, and you are suspended in it, your lungs burning with the taste of iron and old paper. You wake at 3:14 AM in your apartment in the Heights, the rain lashing against the single pane of glass, and the first thought that pierces the fog of sleep is not fear but the urgent, cold calculus of deadlines. You...

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