The Faded Photograph

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The guild master’s voice cut through the smell of oil and stale tea. "Elias, the ledger is red." I did not look up from the escapement wheel. My hands were steady then, or so I thought, though the tremor in my left index finger had been growing for three weeks. It started in the cold, a faint shiver that refused to leave even after I held my hands over the brazier. Now it was constant. A wood...

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