The Faded Photograph

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The count was simple: four hundred and twelve pages of typescript, three rejections, and a lung that felt like it was being slowly crushed by a wet sponge. I sat in the library, the air thick with the smell of decaying paper and the metallic tang of the coal dust that always seemed to settle in the corners of Harrowgate. My fingers, stained with ink and trembling slightly from the cold, turned...

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