The Faded Photograph
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the landscape into a smear of wet earth and bruised leaves, and Leo, who was only thirteen but had already learned the heavy, silent way of looking at the world, stood at the edge of the highway with his hands deep in the pockets of a jacket that belonged to his father, a garment that was too large for his shoulders...
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