The Faded Portrait

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The glass breaks before you see the hand. It shatters inward. Not outward. The shards fly into your face. They cut your cheek. They cut your lip. They taste of iron. They taste of old blood. You are in the house. The house is your father’s house. The house is dying. The walls sweat. The floorboards groan under the weight of your guilt. You are a detective. You are here to find the truth. The...

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