The Faded Photograph

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"Put it in the bin, Elias." The voice was low, a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the silence of the office. Margaret didn’t look up. Her fingers, stained with the ghost of ink and the chill of the archive room, remained frozen over the ledger. She was not looking at the book. She was looking at the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light that pierced the heavy velvet...

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