The Faded Photograph

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The rain did not fall; it was exhaled. It seeped through the cobblestones of the city’s lower district, a grey, suffocating mist that clung to the wool of your coat and the leather of your apron. You are a tanner. You know the smell of the pit before you see it. It is a scent that lives in the marrow, a heavy, sulfurous weight that settles behind the eyes. You carry it with you even when you...

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