The Faded Photograph

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The ledger sat on Vane’s desk, a thick block of leather-bound accounts that smelled of stale tobacco and iron. I wanted the signature. I wanted my name cleared of the debt that bound my brother’s estate to the mine. Arthur had been dead for three years, but the mine did not let go of the dead, or the living who failed them. I stood in the office, my hands shaking, holding a faded photograph of...

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