The Faded Portrait

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The glass did not shatter; it exploded inward, a thousand shards biting into the dreamer’s skin. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, his left hand jerking violently against the sheets. The tremor was not a subtle flutter but a rhythmic, violent spasm that made the bedside lamp wobble. He stared at his fingers, the knuckles swollen, the skin paper-thin and mapped with blue veins. Twenty years of...

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