The Faded Portrait
The wall is bleeding. Look. See the stain? Red. Dark. It spreads. You pull back. Your hands shake. You are the Warden. This is the House. The House is wrong. The floorboards groan. They know you. They hate you. You tighten your belt. The leather bites. Pain is good. Pain is real. The House is a lie. It wears a face. A kind face. A father’s face. You remember his hands. They were soft. They...
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