The Faded Photograph

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Who was she, really, before the frost took her name? I stood in the doorway of the municipal office, the breath leaving my lungs in a sharp, white plume that hung in the cold air longer than it should have. Inside, the heat was dry and stale, smelling of scorched paper and the metallic tang of old ink. I was Nirmala Siddiqui, thirty-two years old, an officer of the border patrol, and I had come...

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