The Faded Portrait

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Thomas woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The dream had been simple, a corridor of white walls that stretched on forever, and at the end, a door that would not open. He sat up in the dark, the sheets cold against his legs. Outside, the rain tapped a dull rhythm against the windowpane of the old house on the hill. It was a house that remembered too much, he thought. The woodwork groaned...

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