The Faded Photograph

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You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of damp wool and old paper. You are in the study. It is always the study. You sit on the edge of the velvet chair, your fingers twitching. They are stained black. Ink. Or blood. You cannot tell. The light is grey. It comes from the window, but it feels like it is coming from inside the walls. "Did you...

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