The Faded Photograph

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The knife in your hand is not a weapon. It is a bone, whitened by years of marrow, sharp enough to part the skin of an apple but too dull to cut the flesh of a man. You are holding it with the grip of a boy who has been taught that violence is a language spoken only in whispers. The town square is wet with the rain of a century past, a rain that falls upward, defying the gravity that the elders...

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