The Faded Photograph

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The hall smelled of roasted meat and damp wool. It was a celebration. The air was thick with steam and laughter. Margaret stood by the pillar. She watched the room. Men in black suits moved like shadows. Women in white dresses drifted like ghosts. They were happy. They were safe. Margaret was not. She held a small card in her hand. It was warm from her palm. Her fingers trembled. She looked at...

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