The Faded Photograph

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the air in the valley tasted of wet wool and old iron. You stood on the porch of the boarding house, watching the mud slide down the hillside in slow, brown rivers, while the man in the gray coat waited by the car. He did not look at you. He looked at the horizon, where the fog had swallowed the mountain pass, as if he were trying to read a message...

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