The Faded Photograph

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The dust was thick enough to coat the back of my hand in a fine, grey powder that smelled of dry rot and old paper, and I brushed it off onto the floor with a rough, deliberate motion, watching the particles settle in the slant of light that cut through the single, high window of the archive room. I was thirty-two, and the weight of the tenure committee’s deadline pressed against my sternum...

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