The Faded Photograph

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The house at the end of Wisteria Lane had always stood like a sentinel of quiet decay, its white clapboard siding peeling in long, tattered strips that resembled the skin of a wound refusing to close, and within its walls, Arthur Pemberton moved with the deliberate, heavy grace of a man who had long since ceased to expect the world to change direction. He was a man of the archives, a clerk in...

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