The Faded Photograph
The rain fell on the stone. It fell without cease. It fell on the roof of the tower. It fell on the moss. It fell on the iron bars. It fell on the face of the man who stood by the window. His name was Elias. He did not speak. He did not move. He watched the water. The water was grey. The water was cold. The water was alive. The tower was high. It was old. It was built by kings who are dust. It...
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