The Faded Photograph

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The air in the attic smelled of dust and dried lavender. It was a scent Elias had not known in twenty years. He stood by the open trapdoor, his breathing shallow. Below, the creak of the floorboards sounded like a warning. He was not supposed to be here. The house was his mother’s. The house was also the place where the war had ended for him, not with a victory, but with a silence that had...

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