Tobias wakes from a dream and for a long moment cannot tell which world he has woken into. The ceiling above him, the faint tick of the radiator, the gray light spilling between slanted blinds; all of it feels precisely as it should. And yet, an unease lingers, as though the air itself hums with quiet dissonance. The dream had been this same room: same cracked windowpane, same low murmur of distant traffic, same gentle ache behind his eyes. It was indistinguishable, and that was what unse...