After locking myself into that old dark house known only by its number, three five one, I spent that night chasing spectral lights through its many silent, sombre rooms. This is the last image I took, downstairs in a shuttered room as the day was breaking and the dark was in retreat.
After locking myself into that old dark house known only by its number, three five one, I spent that night chasing spectral lights through its many silent, sombre rooms. This is the last image I took, downstairs in a shuttered room as the day was breaking and the dark was in retreat.
Red's Kingdom 
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