The Faded Photograph

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The smoke rising from the chimney of the house on Miller’s Lane was not gray, as one might expect from the slow, suffocating burn of dry oak and old carpet, but a thick, oily black that rolled down the hillside in heavy, curling ribbons, pressing against the windows of the neighboring properties with a weight that felt less like heat and more like a physical hand covering the eyes of the world....

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