The Faded Photograph

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12th of November, 1912. “Get out of my office, or I’ll have you locked up for disturbing the peace.” The overseer didn’t even look up from his ledger. The pen scratched against the paper, a dry, rasping sound that seemed to scrape against the inside of my skull. I stood there, my boots heavy with the wet slurry of the pit floor, watching the ink blotch spread across the page, a dark mushroom...

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