The Faded Photograph

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"You are a liar," the voice said. It did not come from the air. It came from the mirror. You stood in the cold stone room. The walls were damp. The air smelled of rot and old wax. You held the object in your hand. It was not a photograph. It was a seal. A square of black iron. It was warm. It burned your palm. The voice spoke again. It was your mother’s voice. "You think you are good," it said....

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