The Faded Photograph

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The name Enzo Rinaldi was written in the margin of the ledger, a dry, brown ink that smelled of iron and old dust, and I sat in the office of the archive clerk, watching the light from the high window slice through the fog that had made the port useless since dawn. I wanted my pension, twenty years of service recorded in a spine that had cracked like the pavement outside, and the clerk, a man...

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