The Faded Photograph

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The frost on the windowpane has not yet melted. You are Elias, and you are thirty-two years old. Your hands shake, not from the cold, but from the hunger that has eaten through your stomach for three days. You are a seer, bound by debt to Baron Aldous, a man who pays in silver but collects in silence. Your wife, Mara, lies in the next room. Her breathing is a thin, wet rattle. The wasting...

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