The Faded Photograph

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The blood was hot. It ran down Elias’s forearm, thick and dark. He did not look down. He looked at the wall. The plaster was cracked. A spider web hung in the corner, trembling. "Stop it," said Thomas. His voice was low. He stood by the door. He held his rifle across his chest. The wood was smooth. It was oiled. Elias wiped his hand on his trousers. The cloth was wet. The red stain spread. It...

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