The Faded Portrait

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The weight of the silver locket in your palm is a precise, cold fact, three ounces of tarnished metal that has worn smooth against your thumb over six years of anxious handling. You count the hours remaining in the day: four until the county clerk’s office locks its heavy oak door, and if you do not secure the pension papers for Martha before the winter freeze sets in, the claim will be voided...

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