The Faded Photograph

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The drill bit screamed. It was a high, thin shriek that vibrated in the teeth of Silas Thorne. He pressed his forehead against the cold steel of the machine. The dust was thick. It coated his lungs. It tasted of chalk and old iron. He was forty-two. He felt eighty. The basement was small. A box of concrete and damp. The air hummed with the low thrum of the pump below. Outside, the city roared,...

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