The Faded Photograph

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In the fever-dream of the night shift, Arthur Penhaligon did not see the factory floor but a vast, white silence, where the air was thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. He stood in the center of this void, holding a single, rectangular card. It was not a photograph, exactly, but a piece of vellum, pale and brittle, upon which ink bled in patterns that defied the geometry of the world he...

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