The Faded Photograph

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The water had started to lift the paper at the edges, curling them into tight, brown scrolls that looked like dried leaves. Clara wiped her hand on her trousers, the motion sharp and deliberate, and pulled the photograph from its sleeve. It was Elena, twenty-two, standing in the garden of their childhood home, her smile wide and unguarded. The ink was bleeding. It was always bleeding. Clara set...

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