The Faded Photograph

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The ink was dry, but the paper hummed. Arthur Vane set the pen down. The sound of the nib lifting from the ledger was a sharp click in the silence of the office, a sound that seemed too loud for the hour. Outside, the steam from the textile mill hissed against the windowpane, a constant, low moan that vibrated through the floorboards. He was thirty years old, and he had worked for Halloway for...

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