The Faded Photograph

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The chisel bit into the limestone with a sound like a dry twig snapping, a sharp, brittle crack that echoed off the damp stone walls of the workshop. Elias wiped the dust from his forehead with a forearm that trembled slightly, the motion sending a fresh wave of pain through his ribs. He was forty years old, though the cough that had settled in his chest three winters ago made him feel as old...

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