The Faded Photograph

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The train left at dawn. The air was cold. It bit the skin. Elias stood on the platform. His hands were in his pockets. He held a photograph. It was small. The paper was soft. The edges were worn. The image was faded. He looked at the train. It was black. It was steam. It was iron. The whistle blew. A long, low sound. It shook the ground. It shook his bones. The doors opened. A man stepped out....

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