The Faded Photograph

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The ink had long since surrendered its sharpness, bleeding into the fibers of the paper like a bruise that refused to heal. Margaret held the photograph up to the grey light of the manor’s highest window, her fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the terrifying intimacy of the image. It was a small, square scrap, no larger than a playing card, yet it carried the weight of a lifetime she...

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