The Faded Photograph
The tin weighed three pounds, four ounces. Elias Thorne set it on the stone floor of the cellar, the damp seeping through the soles of his boots into the cold mud beneath. He had spent the last three hours cataloging the structural decay of the manor’s foundation, measuring the width of the cracks with a steel tape and logging the moisture content of the lath. It was tedious work, the kind that...
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