The Faded Photograph

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The rain in the valley had a weight to it, a heavy, cold slap against the skin that felt less like weather and more like a judgment. You stood on the porch of the house where you grew up, the wood rotting under your boots, the air thick with the smell of wet earth and old paper. In your hand, you held the photograph of Julian, your brother, his face young and unlined, his eyes bright with a...

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