The Faded Photograph

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"You are still here." The voice is not a voice. It is the creak of floorboards. It is the draft that slips under the door. It is the weight of the air in this old house, thick and stale, smelling of dust and dried lavender. You stand in the hallway. Your shoes are wet. The water runs from your boots onto the warped oak planks. You do not wipe it. You do not care. This is the house. It has...

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