The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 04:14:01 -

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the leather of my cap. It slicked the mud into a grey paste. I pulled the reins tight. The horse shied. I kicked the flank. We moved. My hands were numb. The cold bit deep. I could not feel my fingers. I only knew the weight of the saddle. I knew the ache in my back. I was a tanner. I had been a tanner for forty years. I knew hide. I knew skin. I knew how to...

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