The Faded Photograph

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring to mark the hour, but to mark the breaking. It was a dull, heavy bronze sound that seemed to seep into the marrow of your bones, vibrating through the floorboards of the library where you sat, your hands trembling around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. Outside, the town of Oakhaven lay under a shroud of mist, the cobblestones slick...

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