The Faded Photograph

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The dream began with the taste of copper. It was thick, metallic, and warm. It coated the tongue like a varnish that would not dry. It was the taste of old pennies. It was the taste of blood. It was the taste of iron filings. It was the taste of the earth. It was the taste of the cellar. Mara sat at the kitchen table. The light was gray. It was the gray of a winter afternoon. It was the gray of...

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