The Faded Photograph
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, sick note, a sound Elias felt in his teeth. He stood before the desk, his hands trembling so violently that the photograph in his grip shook like a leaf in a gale. Leo’s face stared up from the glossy surface, faded by years of handling and worry, the ink shifting and blurring whenever Elias blinked. It was a trick of the eye, or perhaps a trick of the mind,...
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