The Faded Photograph

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The light is wrong. It is too flat. It has no source. It comes from everywhere and nowhere, a uniform, milky white that bleeds out the shadows. You stand on a floor of polished obsidian. It reflects your boots. The leather is worn thin at the heels. You know this wear. You have worn it for forty years. You have worn it in the mud of the fields. You have worn it in the dust of the trains. You...

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