The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 16:24:30 -

The wind did not merely blow through the gorse; it tore at it, a relentless, shrieking force that stripped the thorns bare and drove the yellow bracts into the mud like shrapnel. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the wet, black earth, his breath coming in ragged, visible plumes that were immediately swallowed by the grey, churning sky. He was a man of middling years,...

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