The Faded Photograph

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The rain had turned the gravel drive into a slick, grey mirror, reflecting the skeletal branches of the oak tree that stood sentinel over the back porch. Inside, the house breathed with the slow, rhythmic creak of old timber settling into the damp earth. Elara stood at the kitchen island, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. The steam had ceased its dance,...

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