The Faded Photograph
Baptiste Noel, thirty-two, a border guard at the canal locks, wanted only his pension, a sum of forty-seven of the Amber Stair that had been promised to his father’s line. The ink in his ledger, however, had begun to move, rewriting the column of dates into the names of the dead he had buried in the silt. He treated the anomaly as a clerical error, a smudge from the damp, but the letters bled...
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