The Faded Photograph

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"You wear it still," the Bishop said. Thomas stood in the shadow of the high vault. He held the censer low. The smoke curled. It tasted of sulfur. And old ash. The Bishop’s eye was a pale stone. It did not blink. It did not weep. "Take it off," the Bishop commanded. Thomas did not move. His hands trembled. The chain bit into his neck. It was heavy. It was warm. "It is my right," Thomas...

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