The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-23 10:29:37 -

The metal link of the handcuff was cold, biting into the skin of my wrist where the rain had soaked through my jacket. I held it there, the way you hold a bruise, waiting for the ache to tell you if the bone is still whole. The mud of the checkpoint was deep, a slurry of black earth and crushed leaves that sucked at my boots with every shift of weight. I looked down at the puddle forming in the...

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