The Faded Photograph

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I dreamt of the Hall not as it stood in the grey, weeping morning, but as it had been in the memory of my mind, a structure of impossible vertigo where the walls breathed and the chandeliers hung like suspended stars in a void that stretched into eternity, a place where the air itself was thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, a scent that had become so inextricably bound to the fabric of...

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