The Faded Photograph

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The house held its breath. Dust motes danced in the single beam of afternoon light cutting through the curtains. Elias sat in the high-backed chair. He was still in uniform. The fabric was worn thin at the elbows. The brass buttons were tarnished. He looked at the object in his hand. It was a small, rectangular thing. A photograph. The edges were frayed. The image was faded. It showed a boy....

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