The Faded Photograph
Chapter One Aram Ivanovic hauled the damp canvas over his shoulder, the weight of it pulling at the trapezius muscles until they burned with a dull, persistent ache, while the rain from the escarpment wind farms slicked the cobblestones of the reclamation yard where the dead machines lay in rusted rows. He was not there for the machinery, though, but for the box he had left in the pawnbroker’s...
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