The Faded Photograph
The storm broke not with a whisper but with a violent, tearing shriek of wind that stripped the leaves from the elms and turned the sky into a bruised and churning void. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the ravine, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the weight of his service pistol heavy in his holster, a metal anchor dragging him down into the mud. He was not there to save anyone; he was...
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