The Faded Photograph

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The photograph sat in my palm, its edges soft as worn cloth, the silver nitrate image of my father’s face blurring at the corners where the varnish had cracked. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the office window, watching the ink of his eyes seem to shift, a faint, iridescent ripple moving across the print that defied the stillness of the paper. It was a small, domestic magic,...

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