The Faded Photograph

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You hold the coat. It is heavy. It is old wool, matted with grime and something darker. It smells of wet stone and ozone. The lining is torn. A patch of velvet, once deep red, is now the color of dried blood. You have held it for three days. You have not let go. The room is not a room. It is a void, but a void that hums. The walls breathe. The floor is made of packed ash that shifts under your...

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