The Faded Photograph

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The rain hit the slate roof like a thousand small, angry hands. I counted the drops. One. Two. Three. "Stop counting," she said. Her voice was thin. A wire pulled tight. I did not stop. I kept counting. Four. Five. Six. She sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. She looked at her hands. They were shaking. Not much. Just a tremor. A vibration in the air. "You are doing...

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