The Faded Photograph

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The letter from the Department of Municipal Heritage arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with the heavy, grey wax that smelled of tallow and old paper. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the one that did not tremble, while his right hand adjusted the tie that had cost him three days’ wages. He was thirty-four, a junior archivist with a spine that had begun to curve from years of bending over...

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