The Faded Apartment

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The dream always begins with the smell of sulfur and wet ash, a scent that seeps into the marrow of my bones long before I open my eyes to the grey, weeping sky of 1342. I am standing in the archive of the old cathedral, watching the shelves twist and collapse under the weight of invisible fires, while a cold shadow, detached from any source of light, coils around my ankles like a living thing....

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