The Faded Photograph

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The count was precise: forty-two years of life, three months of coughing, and two hundred and twelve dollars in the envelope Elias Thorne held in his sweating palms. He sat on the edge of the mattress, the wool of his father’s old coat draped over his knees, feeling the rough, pilling texture against his fingertips. The stain on the left sleeve was a dull, rust-colored patch that morning, but...

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