The Faded Portrait

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The dream was always the same: Sarah standing in the center of the kitchen, her head tilting at an angle that broke the laws of anatomy, her porcelain face cracking from the nose down in a jagged, silent scream. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of dust in his mouth, the static already humming in his molars. It was a cold, white noise, a frequency that existed only in his skull, a pressure...

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