The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 00:11:45 -

The iron gate was rusted shut, a red scab over the threshold of the world, and I stood before it with my hands still stained by the mud of the valley where the dead lay, my breathing ragged and shallow, as if the air itself had grown thick with the weight of what I had seen, of what I had done, of the blood that did not wash off no matter how hard I scrubbed, no matter how many times I ran...

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