The Faded Photograph

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The rain in Edinburgh did not wash things clean. It only made the grime slicker. It turned the soot on the tenement walls into a black liquid that ran in thin, weeping channels down the stone. Elias Vane stood by the window of his office in the Department of Records and Archives, watching the water trace its path over the sash. He was fifty-two years old. His hands were still. They had been...

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