The Faded Photograph

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The door at the edge of the black pine forest has no handle, only a seam of mist that parts when you breathe into it, and you have breathed into it for three hundred days, standing on the threshold where the rot of your village meets the eternal, unblinking stare of the wood, holding the heavy, iron-bound book that your grandfather left you before the fever took his eyes and his voice, a book...

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