The Faded Photograph
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the Airstream, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that sounded like fingers demanding attention. Elias sat on the edge of the cot, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was not tired. He was vibrating. The air inside the trailer was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had clung to him since he left...
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