The Faded Photograph

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The hand shook. It was a small tremor. A flicker. Like a candle in a draft. Marcus held it tight. He did not let go. The room was cold. The house was old. The walls breathed. They sighed. The floorboards creaked under his weight. He stood in the center of the living room. The furniture was dusted. It was polished. It was dead. He looked at the hand. It was his hand. Or it seemed to be. The skin...

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