The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 21:29:59 -

The dream always began with the rain. It was a heavy, grey curtain that fell against the single pane of glass in the attic window, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and slate. I stood there, holding a glass jar filled with water and a single, trembling leaf, watching the liquid swirl as if it possessed a will of its own. In the dream, I could hear my own breathing, a shallow rattle...

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