The Faded Photograph

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The river did not run so much as it dragged itself, a heavy, sullen tongue of brown water stretching across the lowland plains, indifferent to the small, shivering figures who had gathered on the muddy bank to watch the sun drown in the horizon. It was a time of year when the air tasted of wet iron and rotting leaves, a season that seemed to suspend the world in a gray, suffocating limbo, and I...

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