The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-19 12:01:29 -

The fire did not take the chapel at dawn; it took it in the small, gray hours before the sun had decided to rise. I stood on the frozen earth, my hands bound by the cold and the weight of my own duty, watching the roof beams of St. Jude’s crumble into a skeleton of blackened wood. The heat was not a comfort. It was a violence, a living thing that licked at the stone walls and turned the air...

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