The Faded Photograph

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The sky above the valley did not break; it hemorrhaged, a slow and viscous dripping of grey that turned the twilight into a bruise. Inside the concrete bunker, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and refused to leave. He sat hunched over the table, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, vibrating...

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