The Faded Photograph

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The rain against the windowpane of the fourth-floor office was a steady, rhythmic drumming that seemed to count out the seconds of a life being slowly drained, and Margaret sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, the leather of her chair creaking faintly under the weight of her stillness, while the air around her hummed with the low, electric buzz of the servers in the next room, a sound...

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