The Faded Photograph

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Act I Melanie Bouchard’s hands were slick with the residue of the black loaf, a substance that defied the grain of the wood beneath her palms. She wiped her fingers on her apron, the coarse fabric absorbing the dark, oily smear, but the scent of ash clung to her skin like a second layer of clothes. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days in the Norman countryside had lost their...

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