The Faded Photograph

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Elias woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. The dream was gone. He sat up. The room was dark. Rain tapped the glass. He was old. His hands shook. He looked at the letter on the desk. It was from the Board. They wanted him to leave. Not because he was bad. Because he was strange. They called it an incompatibility. He smiled. He knew better. He knew what he had seen. He knew what he had...

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