The Faded Photograph

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The wall breathed. It was a slow, rhythmic expansion. In and out. In and out. I stood in the center of the room. The air tasted of ozone and old dust. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a builder. I know wood. I know stone. I know how things hold. I know how things fall. I did not know how walls could breathe. I had come to the estate to sell it. The heirs wanted money. They did not want ghosts....

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