The Faded Photograph

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The pen in Arthur Vane’s hand was not merely writing; it was carving, the nib biting into the heavy, cream-colored paper of the St. Jude’s Industrial Registry ledger with a sound like dry twigs snapping under a boot. He was thirty years old, and his knuckles were white, the skin stretched tight over the bone as he forced the ink to stay within the ruled lines, a physical struggle against the...

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