The old house was dark and smelled of things left unsaid.
She walked through the hall and felt the future in the photos of the past.
The frames lined the hall in symmetrical order.
It had a sense of the unholy and the untouched by human hands.
Pictures of people that were happy before the entropy of soul came for them.
Now they were somewhere different.
Somewhere very cold and distant.
Have a theatrical Thursday!
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