The Faded Photograph

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Celestine Lefevre remembered the weight of the bronze door-pivot in her hands, how it had shifted from a tool of trade to a burden of memory, long before the rain began to hammer against the stone walls of the caravanserai. She stood now in the center of the feast, the air heavy with roasted lamb and the stale, sweet scent of dried lavender that always seemed to cling to the corners of her...

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