The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-17 22:17:10 -

The rain in London did not wash the city clean; it merely polished the grime into a glossy, treacherous sheen that reflected the gaslight in fractured, weeping halos. I sat in the back of the hansom cab, watching the gutters churn with the detritus of the day, my mind churning in parallel with the mud. I was not a man who believed in ghosts, not truly, but I was a man who believed in the...

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