The Faded Photograph

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The leather of the glove had begun to crack along the knuckles, the dark brown hue fading to a pale, sickly tan under the relentless afternoon sun. It sat on the mahogany desk, a solitary object of decay, its fingers curled slightly inward as if in permanent, silent prayer. Thomas Bradshaw sat opposite it, his own hands resting flat on the wood, palms up, exposed to the scrutiny of the room...

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