The Faded River

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The Faded River

The house did not breathe. It held its breath. I stood in the hallway, my fingers pressed against the cold plaster. It was damp. Not wet, just damp, like a mouth that has been holding a stone for too long. The wallpaper peeled in long, yellow strips. It looked like old skin. I had come back to see if it was still there. If the door was still locked. If the thing inside was still waiting. My...

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