The Faded Photograph

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The air in the basement of the Whitmore & Sons Foundry was always thick, not just with the metallic tang of heated iron, but with a specific, cloying humidity that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin. Elias Whitmore sat on a wooden crate, his back against the cold brick wall, watching the small, rhythmic pulse of the furnace glow through the grated floor. He was a man of fifty years,...

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