The Faded Photograph

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Roisin Gallagher stood in the church basement, the air thick with the damp, metallic tang of old stone and rust. She was twenty-four, a dairy tester whose hands were stained yellow from iodine, and she held a bail receipt stapled to her license. The walls whispered. Not words, exactly, but a low, grinding hum that vibrated in her teeth. It was the sound of the crypt below, a place she had tried...

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