You wish you didn't have to take the photograph with you, but you have no time to destroy it, and you can't let your pursuer find it. Into the coat's voluminous pockets it goes, along with the rest of your gear, and the coat goes around your shoulders.
You look around the room one more time - the birch panelled walls, the painting of Saturn devouring his children, the already stiffening body in the chair, the bones of the fire on the hearth. As Vincent's progress reaches your floor and starts to echo down the hall, you grasp the Nearly White Disk in your pocket and think very hard about your destination...
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