The Faded Photograph

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I counted the silver coins in the tin, turning them over with a thumb that felt like it belonged to someone else. Four hundred and ninety-nine. One more was needed to clear Mara’s ledger, to buy her back from the debtors’ pit before the Magistrate’s men came to collect her labor. It was the third week of November, the light in Oakhaven failing by four in the afternoon, casting long, jagged...

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