The Faded Photograph

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The ice bit into my shins with a sharp, rhythmic thud. Left, right. Left, right. The rhythm was the only thing keeping me from screaming. My name is Elias Thorne, and I was running from a debt that was not just financial, but existential. I had stolen a life. Not a person’s life, but the life of a man who deserved it. The air in the wilderness was so cold it felt like swallowing broken glass....

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