The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 18:54:09 -

You stand before the mirror. It is old glass. The frame is wood. It smells of varnish. And dust. You are twelve. Your hair is wet. It sticks to your neck. The water is cold. You touch your face. Your skin is tight. You look for the boy. You are looking for the boy. Who was here yesterday. He is gone. The mirror shows you. But it is not you. It is a stranger. With your eyes. With your mouth. But...

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