The Faded Photograph

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"You are done," the doctor said. He did not look at you. He looked at the ceiling. He looked at the dust motes dancing in the single beam of sunlight that cut through the boarded-up window. He looked at the clock. The clock ticked. The tick was loud. The tick was a hammer. The tick was a blade. "Done for what?" you asked. Your voice was small. It was a dry leaf. It rustled in the room. "Done...

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