The Faded Photograph

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The rain fell like a curse on the moor. It was not water, not exactly. It was the weeping of the earth itself, thick and gray, soaking into the roots of the heather. A man walked through it. His name was Elias. He did not look back. He could not. To look back was to invite the thing that followed him to cross the threshold of his mind. He was a seeker. A finder of things lost. But this loss was...

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