The Faded Photograph

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The rain had been falling for three days without pause, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the village square into a slick, treacherous mirror of the weeping sky, and I stood at the window of my study, watching the water bead and race down the glass, my hands resting on the cold sill, feeling the vibration of the storm in the very bones...

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