The Faded Photograph

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the world into a blur of wet stone and dark leaves, and I stood at the window of my office, watching the water trace its erratic paths down the glass, feeling the chill of the institution seep into my bones. It was the end of the month, a time when the archives breathed heaviest, the air thick with the dust of old...

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