The Faded Photograph

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The air in the dining room of the Whitmore estate hung thick and still, heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of old wood that had been polished for decades. It was a suffocating silence, broken only by the clink of crystal against porcelain and the low, murmuring hum of voices that seemed to vibrate in the very walls of the manor. Thomas Whitmore sat...

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