The Faded Photograph

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The candle had burned down to a stub, leaving a pool of wax that hardened around the wick like a scab. Elias counted the strokes of the quill as he wrote, one, two, three, keeping time with the dripping of condensation from the cellar ceiling. He needed twelve more lines to finish the petition, twelve lines that would bind his name to the town of Ostrava and grant him the right to buy a shop,...

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