The Faded Photograph

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The mirror in the back of the ambulance did not reflect the world as I knew it, but a place where the rain fell upward and the sky was the color of bruised plums. I was holding a photograph, my fingers stained with oil and the metallic tang of old blood. It was a small, rectangular thing, no larger than a playing card, its edges soft from years of being tucked into the breast pocket of a...

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