The Faded Photograph

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"Stop it, you fool. Stop it before they break your neck." The rain was cold and heavy, hammering against the cobblestones outside the Millbrook Town Hall. Arthur Vane stood in the downpour, his coat soaked through to the skin, shouting at the crowd that had gathered on the steps. He was thirty-two years old, a foreman with red-rimmed eyes and a voice that had lost its edge. He wanted the new...

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