The Faded Photograph

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You wake to the taste of copper and burnt sugar on your tongue, a flavor that has no business existing in the sterile, white-tiled silence of the observation room. It is not coffee. It is not wine. It is the distinct, metallic tang of old blood mixed with the sweetness of overripe fruit, a taste that belongs to the archives, to the forgotten corners of the Bureau’s basement where history...

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