The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-23 06:55:42 -

The vial was heavy in my palm, cold glass sweating against my skin. I held it up to the light, watching the yeast swirl like muddy water. My hand shook. It had started three weeks ago, a tremor in the fingers that made pouring coffee a hazard. I dropped the vial. It shattered on the tile floor of the health office, spilling the pale liquid into the cracks. I knelt to pick up the shards, cutting...

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