The Faded Photograph

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The ivy on the west wall has always looked like a nervous system, green and pulsing under the gaslight, but tonight it feels like a mouth. You are sitting in the library, the one that smells of damp wool and old ink, and you are counting the leaves on the vine that wraps around the radiator. You have been here for three days. The house is quiet, a heavy, industrial silence that presses against...

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