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Faded photographs

Jack nodded, his eyes scanning the room. The walls were adorned with faded photographs, yellowed with age. He approached one, squinting to make out the image. It showed a younger version of the man they now knew as Charles. At least that’s what they figured, since she was standing proudly next to the same beloved red muscle car. “Emma, come see this,” he called softly.
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