The Faded Photograph

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The house burned before the rain could wash the soot from the air. It was a slow, greedy fire, eating the oak beams until the roof collapsed into a single, glowing maw. Twelve-year-old Elias stood on the muddy verge of the lane, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his wool coat. He did not run. Running implied a destination, a future to which he might return. He only watched. The smoke...

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