The Faded Photograph

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Seven hundred and forty-two folios. That was the weight of the Duke’s land deeds, stacked in the Chancellery vault like bricks of wet clay, each one heavy with the ink of a lie. I counted them three times, my fingers raw and slick with sweat, the smell of old parchment rising to choke me. I wanted the promotion. I wanted the corner office, the quiet authority, the respect that came from knowing...

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