The Faded Photograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, gray membrane that sealed the valley of Ashworth Creek against the rest of the world. It was a heavy, liquid thing, smelling of wet stone and the metallic tang of old iron, and it had been pouring for three days, a deluge that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the bones of the people who lived in the crumbling manor on the hill....

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