The Faded Apartment

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The dream began not with a sound, but with a pressure, a heavy, wet weight pressing against Elias’s sternum until his ribs creaked in protest, and he woke in the dark of the Blackwood manor to the familiar, suffocating scent of mildew and rotting lilies that seemed to seep from the very pores of the wallpaper. He was twelve years old, though the damp cold in his lungs made him feel ancient, a...

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