The Faded Photograph
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the square into a mirror reflecting the low, bruised clouds. Inside the large, drafty house on the hill, the silence was heavier than the storm outside. Elias stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the water race down the glass. He was a man who had learned to wait, to...
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