The Faded Photograph
The rain had been falling on the town of Oakhaven for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the cobblestone streets and turned the soot from the coal chimneys into a slick, black mud. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his small, rented room above the chandler’s shop, watching the water drip from the eaves. He was a man of forty, though the war had aged him into the...
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