The Faded Photograph

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The lead cames snapped with a sound like a dry twig breaking in a silent room, and I watched the shard of cobalt blue fall to the floor, shattering into a dozen sharp, weeping pieces. I knelt in the dust of my workshop, the smell of hot tin and old varnish thick in my throat, and tried to pick up the fragments, but my hands were trembling so violently that I dropped them again. The glass sang....

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