The Faded Photograph

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The rain hit the asphalt in a heavy, rhythmic drumroll. It was cold. Marcus stood by the curb. He watched the water pool around his boots. The streetlights buzzed. They flickered. One went out. Then another. The darkness crept in from the edges of the block. It felt hungry. He adjusted his belt. The leather was stiff. It had been that way for years. It smelled of old sweat and gun oil. His...

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