The Faded Chronicle

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The house is hollow. I live in the hollow. The walls breathe. Not with air. With hunger. I am Elias. I am the last of the name. The debt is not money. It is meat. The house eats. It has always eaten. My father fed it. My grandfather fed it. Now it is my turn. I do not scream. I am too tired to scream. I am a prisoner. The bars are made of wood and plaster. The key is a spoon. A silver spoon. My...

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