The Faded Photograph

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Chapter One Did you know that ink is just blood that has forgotten how to flow? I asked my father this question while he sat at the table, his left hand resting on the wood, leaking a dark, viscous fluid onto the linoleum. He did not look up. He was counting the seeds in the inventory, a list whose viability was falling faster than the price of bread in the border town. I was twelve. I had...

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