The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-19 07:59:31 -

You are seven years old, and the fog is not merely weather; it is a living thing, a pale, breathless entity that swallows the stone walls of Ashworth Hall until only the window remains, a singular eye staring out into the gray. Your father, a man of such rigid posture that he seems carved from the same cold granite as the floor, stands before you. He does not look at you. He looks through you,...

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