The Faded Photograph

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The hand shook. It was a small, rhythmic tremor that started in the knuckles and traveled up the wrist, a secret vibration that Marcus Thorne had learned to hide in the deep pockets of his wool trousers. He sat in the corner of the Director’s office, a space that smelled of stale coffee and expensive leather, watching the rain streak the tall windows. The office was a fortress of glass and...

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