The Faded Frontier
The house is yours. That is the rule. You know this. You have always known it. The walls are thick. They are made of stone and silence. You live in the cellar. You live in the dark. You count the steps up. One. Two. Three. You count them every day. You do not go up. You are a prisoner. You are the keeper. You are the thing that was forgotten. The man comes to the door. He is tall. He wears a...
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