The Faded Photograph

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The ledger was warm. That was the first thing I noticed, the heat radiating from the leather binding as I pulled it from the wall cavity behind the boiler room door. It was 1912, and the air in the Sterling Textile Mill smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of my skin over the last six years. I was thirty-four years old, a night watchman, and I wanted...

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