The Faded Photograph

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The ink on the ledger page dried only when my fingers touched it, a blackness that seemed to pull from my skin rather than settle into the paper, a domestic horror I had come to accept as the lingering guilt of my father. I woke from the dream of his hands, stained to the wrist, and sat up in the dark of the tithe barn, where the smell of damp grain and old rot hung heavy in the air. It was...

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