The Faded Photograph

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The sky cracked open before dawn. Rain hammered the tin roof of the greenhouse, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that drowned out the city below. Elias stood in the center of the glasshouse, his hands stained with black soil and red sap. He was a man who spoke in measurements, in pounds per square inch, in the precise degrees of heat required to coax a bud from dormancy. Yet today, the numbers...

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