The Faded Photograph

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The ledger lay in my hands, its spine cracked and the pages yellowed with damp, smelling of mildew and the stale tobacco smoke that still clung to the walls of St. Jude’s Asylum. I was thirty-four years old, and the weight of the book was a physical thing, pressing against my palms as if it contained the bricks of the building itself rather than the inventory of its contents. Dr. Aris had died...

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