The Faded Photograph
You stand in the doorway of the old municipal archive, your breath hitching in the cold air that smells of wet stone and decay. The city outside is a gray smear of rain and slate, a medieval labyrinth of narrow streets where the fog clings to the cobblestones like a living thing. You are here to find the truth about your brother, Elias. He has been gone for three years, swallowed by the mist...
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