The Faded Photograph

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The wind smelled of pine needles and wet earth. It was a cold that bit through wool and bone. Elias stood at the edge of the forest. He held the glass frame tightly in his hands. The glass was cracked. A spiderweb fracture ran across the face of the man in the photograph. He had left the university in the morning. The rectors had given him the choice. Renounce the old texts. Burn the maps. Or...

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