The Faded Photograph
The object sat on the kitchen counter. It was a silver pocket watch. The glass was cracked. The hands were stopped at 4:17. Marcus held it. His palm was sweaty. The metal was cold. It did not warm. He had found it in the coat. The coat was old. It hung in the closet for ten years. He had bought the house cheap. The previous owner had left it. No one else wanted the place. The walls were thin....
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