The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-22 04:10:01 -

The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick. It was cold. I pulled my legs free. They felt heavy. Like lead. Like stone. I looked down. My hands were caked in dirt. The nails were black. I did not wash them. I kept walking. The road was narrow. It wound through the hills. The sky was gray. It was low. It pressed down on the world. I walked fast. My breath came in short bursts. It burned in my...

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