The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-19 23:46:28 -

I dreamt of the glass. It was not a window pane, nor a mirror. It was a small, thick square of leaded crystal, yellowed at the edges like old teeth. In the dream, I held it up to the gaslight. The light bent through the clouded center. I could not see my own face. I could only see the dust. The dust settled in the grooves of the lead. It looked like snow. It looked like ash. I woke with the...

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