The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-22 09:04:19 -

The condensation on the east wall had begun to form a mouth again. It was a wide, silent yawn, the kind that comes before a scream, and it was directly above my desk, where the light from the fluorescent tubes caught the water droplets and turned them into teeth. I wiped the surface with a dry cloth, but the moisture returned instantly, cold and wet, tracing the lines of a jaw that did not...

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