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The Meltdown

Elowen POV

"I, uh... I brought you something," Daxon said, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket.

He pulled out a small, worn photograph. The edges frayed, the corners soft with time. No frame. No glamor. Just truth.

He held it out to me, like it weighed a thousand pounds.

I took it w...