The Faded Photograph

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The bailiff’s ledger clicked shut, a dry, final sound in the empty hall. Arthur Vane stood before the magistrate, his hands stiff with the cold that seeped through the stone floor of the office. He wanted the pardon. He wanted the ink to dry on the paper that cleared the name of his father, who had died in a damp cell three winters past. The magistrate, a man whose face had softened into a...

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