The Faded Photograph

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"You are the only true thing left to me." The voice was low, a rasp of dry leaves skittering across pavement. It belonged to Elias. He stood in the doorway of the apartment, his silhouette cut sharp against the gray light of the city outside. He did not step in. He remained on the threshold, a ghost of a man who had refused to cross the line. You looked at him. You looked at the way the...

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