The Faded Photograph

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The glass wall of the library does not reflect your face. You know this before you touch it, a certainty that settles in your marrow like cold water. You stand before the great window that separates the reading room from the exterior, that place which is not quite outside, and you see only the dust motes dancing in the shafts of amber light. You are holding a shard. It is small, jagged, no...

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