The Faded Photograph

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The stone breathes. You know this. It has been breathing since before your father was born, and it will breathe long after the dust settles on your bones. You are the keeper. That is all you are. The hands of the clock on the wall do not tick. They hold their positions, frozen in a silent judgment. Outside, the rain hammers the leaded glass. A rhythmic, violent drumming. You do not look up. You...

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