The Faded Photograph

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The dream began with the taste of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Wynn’s tongue before he even opened his eyes. He lay in the damp grass of the Green, that ancient, mossy expanse behind the manor house where the shadows stretched long and thin like taffy. But the sky above was not the grey, sullen expanse of the English autumn it had been only moments ago. It was a...

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