The Faded Photograph

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The count was simple, or it should have been. One, two, three. Elias counted the seconds between the beeps of the monitor, a metronome for his fever. Four, five, six. His left wrist throbbed in time with the machine, a dull, grinding ache that radiated up his arm and into the base of his skull. He was twelve years old, and he was alone in the isolation room at St. Jude’s, a space defined by...

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