The Faded Photograph
The water rose through the floorboards of the Harrow House with a slow, hydraulic inevitability, a tidal surge that swallowed the foundation of Margaret’s life in a single, catastrophic breath. It was not a flood of rain, but of sewage, a black, churning slurry that erupted from the municipal lines beneath the estate, carrying with it the stench of decay and the weight of the town’s forgotten...
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