The Faded Photograph

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"You can't keep wearing it," the shopkeeper said. Her voice was thin, a wire pulled tight across the silence of the morning. "It's a flag. And people here don't like flags they don't understand." Elara stood by the window. The light was gray. It was the kind of light that made everything look like a memory of itself. She held the scarf in her hands. It was red. Not a bright red. A deep,...

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