The Faded Photograph

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The mill sat at the end of the long, straight road that cut through the center of Millbrook, a town that had long since stopped growing and begun to wither in the quiet, relentless way that old oaks wither when the water table drops. It was not a large mill, nor was it particularly old, but it was the only engine left in a community that had once prided itself on its industry. Elias Thorne...

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