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She took the portrait.

Outside stood a young woman, maybe twenty-two, soaked to the bone. Her name was Lily—Elle would learn this later—and she was holding a cardboard box tied with kitchen twine. Inside: twelve glass plates, each one a daguerreotype from the 1850s. mature4k elle

“There’s a signature,” Lily said, pointing. On the edge of the last plate, scratched into the silver: E. Whitmore, 1857. She took the portrait