The Faded Photograph

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The letter lay on the kitchen table, its envelope unsealed, the paper yellowed with age and the smell of tobacco that had long since left the house. It was from your father, dated three weeks before the accident on the Ridge, and you held it in your hands as if it were a live coal, the heat of it seeping into your palms. You had found it tucked behind the radiator in the study, a place he would...

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