The Faded Photograph
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the shoulders of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a tenacity that felt less like weather and more like a physical weight, a damp and cold shroud that soaked through the wool of his uniform and settled into the marrow of his bones, a pervasive saturation that erased the sharp boundaries between the wet cobblestones of the...
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