The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The door is locked. You know this. You have tested the iron bolt three times. It holds. Outside, the wind screams. It has a voice. It calls your name. It sounds like Eleanor. You pull the candle closer. The flame wavers. It is a small, yellow thing. It is the only truth in the room. The walls are stone. They are cold. They are old. They are breathing. You are not alone. You are the Warden. You...

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