The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-24 01:14:08 -

The tower was crumbling again, the limestone teeth of its arches grinding against the dark sky with a sound like my own knuckles popping. I woke with the taste of dust in my mouth, the phantom weight of a sword still resting in my hand, and the terrible, cold clarity that the dream had gotten closer to the bone. I am fifty years old, and my hands, which have held a rifle steady through twenty...

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