The Faded Photograph

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Act I In the archive, silence is a currency that depletes faster than paper. I sat in the climate-controlled basement, the air so dry it cracked the skin on my lips, staring at the water-damaged portrait of my father. The board wanted a pristine frame for the new wing, a symbol of stability, but they did not know that stability was a lie I had spent thirty-two years constructing. I was an...

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