The Faded Portrait

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I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The room was dark. Silence. Heavy. Thick. I sat up. My hands shook. Not from fear. From cold. The air was stale. Dust motes danced in the beam from the window. Outside, the town slept. Quiet. Dead. I looked at the chair. It was empty. It was not empty. I looked closer. The object was there. The box. Wood. Old. Cracked. I knew it. I had seen it before....

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