The Faded Photograph

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The rain in Pittsburgh in 1912 did not fall so much as it was driven into the pavement by the wind, a cold, industrial mist that smelled of coal dust and wet iron, and you stood on the corner of Sixth Avenue, your collar turned up against the chill, clutching a tin case in your hand that had once held the face of Clara. The daguerreotype inside was broken, the silver plate shattered into a...

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