The Faded Guest
The dream was always the same: a span of concrete snapping under the weight of nothing, a sound like a bone breaking in a quiet room. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of dust in his mouth, the ceiling of his apartment stark and white in the pre-dawn dark. He was forty-two, a senior structural engineer with twenty years of service, and he had six months left before retirement. The Meridian Tower...
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