The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-23 23:45:46 -

The silver locket sat in my palm, heavy as a stone pulled from the riverbed, its surface tarnished to the color of old blood. I held it there in the grey light of my cell, feeling the metal seep a coldness that had nothing to do with the autumn air, a chill that seemed to originate in the metal itself and travel up my wrist. It was a small object, no larger than a walnut, yet it felt as though...

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