The Faded Photograph

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The ledger listed forty-two hours of labor, three sacks of charcoal, and one broken shutter. Elias counted the entries twice, his finger tracing the indented ink, the paper soft and weak as wet skin. He was twelve, and the dust in the Grand Palace archive tasted of chalk and old iron. In his pocket, the photograph of his father, Arthur, pressed against his thigh like a warm stone. The man in...

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