The Faded Photograph

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The road was white. Not snow. Dust. Mud. It clung to the wheels of the cart. It caked the boots of the boy. Elias. He was twelve. His father walked ahead. Silent. The town of Oakhaven lay in the valley. It was a place of stone and shadow. The church spire pierced the grey sky. It looked like a needle. Stitching the earth to the heavens. Elias looked at his father’s back. Broad. Strong. But...

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