The Faded Photograph
"You are wearing the coat that was never meant for the living, Mr. Alden, and I am beginning to suspect that the thread is unraveling at the very seams of your sanity, which is a far more terrifying prospect than the rot itself, considering how quickly the frost penetrates the stone floors of this institution." The voice came from behind a desk that seemed to be carved from the compressed sighs...
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