The Faded Photograph

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The rain tapped against the glass of the archive room. It was a steady, rhythmic drumming. Margaret Holloway sat in the corner. Her hands were still. She watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of light. The light was cold. It came from the high windows. It did not warm the room. It only revealed the grime. She had come here to forget. Or so she told herself. The job was simple. Cataloging....

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