The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 07:59:22 -

The dream is cold. It tastes of iron and wet wool. You are small. You are seven. You hold the key in your fist. It is warm. It burns. Your palm is slick with sweat. You are in the Hall. The Hall is vast. The walls are high. The windows are black. The floor is stone. It is cold. You walk. Your feet make no sound. You are a boy. You are Thomas. You are alone. You walk to the center. There is a...

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