The Faded Photograph

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The locket burned against Arthur’s sternum like a coal wrapped in velvet, and he pressed his forehead to the cold windowpane to keep from screaming. The glass was gritty with soot from the street below, scratching his skin, and the heat of the metal seeped through his thin shirt, spreading a red flush across his chest. He was thirty years old, a clerk in the accounts department of Halloway &...

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