The Faded Photograph

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The brass key was cold in your hand, a small, heavy thing that felt less like a tool and more like a verdict. You turned it in the lock of the Hollow House, the mechanism clicking with a finality that echoed in the empty vestibule, and stepped inside to face the silence that had been your companion for three years. The air was thick with the scent of dust and dried lavender, a smell that had...

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