The Faded Apartment
The dream always began with the pavement, a seamless expanse of grey concrete that stretched out without curb or sidewalk, a city without edges where the buildings rose like teeth in a jaw that had forgotten how to close. Elias Thorne stood at the center of this borderless void, watching his daughter Clara walk ahead of him, her form translucent and shimmering like heat haze off the asphalt,...
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