The Faded Photograph
The candle flame in my study did not so much illuminate the page as it was devoured by it, the tallow light sinking into the fibrous skin of the paper with a hungry, liquid silence that made the air in the room feel thin and brittle. I held the magnifying glass steady, my hand trembling not from the chill that crept up the stone walls of Oakhaven, but from the frantic, desperate need to force...
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