The Faded Photograph

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The lead came was slipping, and the sound it made was a dry, rasping hiss that cut through the damp silence of the archive like a blade drawn from a sheath. Elias Thorne held his breath, his right hand trembling so violently that the glass pane in his grip vibrated against the iron tongs, a frequency he could feel in his teeth rather than see. "You’re shaking again, Elias," the voice came from...

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