The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 02:17:06 -

The house smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent cough. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the parlor, her hands trembling slightly as she held the frame, the glass cold against her palm. It was not a storm outside, nor a fire, but the silence of the room had become a physical weight, pressing down on her shoulders until she could...

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