The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-19 13:18:25 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a mirror for the bruised sky. I carried the basket, its woven willow branches slick with dampness, feeling the weight of its contents against my hip as I navigated the narrow, winding streets that seemed to fold in upon themselves like the pages of a closed book. My name was...

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