The Faded Photograph

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The ink is black, or it used to be, but on your fingers it has dried into a rust-colored crust that no amount of scrubbing with pumice and lye will lift. You are forty-two, and your knuckles are swollen, the skin around the nails thickened and yellowed from decades of handling acid-free tissue in a basement that smells of damp wool and decay. The ventilation fan above the shelf rattles, a...

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